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Despite all the stabbing, I wouldn’t be able to get you out of my life.

I have never been a fan of simplicity, I was always attracted to the impossible, to what hurts, the constancy of believing that I can be happy once and for all.

Although, to tell you the truth, I have lied to myself many times trying not to make you own my guilt.

I could walk away and ask you to stay away, but that would be like telling the sky to keep raining and letting the gray clouds stay.

I can say that I don’t love you, that you have never been important, that you have never hurt, and that I don’t think about you at night, but that would be like saying that the wound doesn’t hurt even with the dagger still stuck.

So I’m a hopeless case, a bullet without warning, a shipwreck in the middle of the sea, another shooting star in your sky, only sometimes I forget that you are and have always been my universe and my favorite place.

“Longing for wings, wanting to fly”.