the surface of life drags me down to my purple deep melancholy.
i'm unable to be chronical, every breath I take for you reacts to my suffocated anguish.
i can only be thankful for all your presence, while the air of my garden matched to your flying.
you will always be the daughter of freedom, while I'm faded to be the owner of my prison.
i'm that full abscence you felt before you leave me. you can't explain why, neither do I.
not a single thing can take out the true illusion of love from my aura.
but i insist, with hope, i'm walking to meet the truth.
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