I will take a rest
I am tired of sadness
And all that you said
I will forget
I will pretend I was dreaming
I will leave
with one hand
because the other one
stayed with you to protect you
This hand doesn´t know
what to do without that one
It tries to write about my fears
It tries to count the years
But it can´t
It just holds my tears.
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