That was how I looked at life sometimes,
as a warm meal that was growing cold.
I knew I had to eat,
or else I would die,
but I had lost my appetite.
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Storia di Isabel
So Close
It's a tragedy, the way our story goes:
Maybe,
Perhaps,
Almost.
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