Fidati di me

Fidati di me

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E che un altra giornata abbia inizio! Mi ritrovo davanti alla sua porta. Lo so che quando solpasserò il cancello vedrò cose che mi faranno star male. Perché ricordarmi la sua immagine a letto con lui mi mette malinconia. Mi ricordo le sue parole. Non lo sanno ma io sentivo tutto. Quella frase mi tormenta. «Scusa per le urla,gli schiaffi,scusa per quando ti cacciavo fuori di casa quando mi dicevi 'Ti amo'. Non è vero che non ricambio è solo che non ti voglio fare entrare nella mia vita di merda!»
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