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#8

Caressed those rough paper
scribbled with all my mights
for I have want you
for I have love you;
in this constant change
you will never recognize
how wonderful my thoughts of you
for you have wanted him
for you have love him;
despite of cruelness you brought
I have lived in my cage
dreaming
fantasizing
for all the years you will gave for me
love, you are every words I spoke
indeed, you become my paramnesia.