Me fragmento
Al vacío
En la nada
Dejé piezas de aquél ser regadas en momentos que ya no existen.
Presté tanto recuerdos que nunca me devolvieron.
Me separé tanto de todo
Tanto de mi
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the found one
PoesíaLost and found: This mind of mine is filled with his thoughts and my memories... This person I am is so close to me, but at times I cannot even feel my own presence. There is always an endless feeling of running away from me. I am a fool expecting...
