When we used to be always together,
a day won't pass without a conversation.
Stories that we always gather,
making jokes without any hesitation.
Sighting the moment you get inside the car,
life of mine will be difficult because you'll be far.
Thinking everything will change,
and things could get strange.
Days, months, years have passed,
thinking that until when will this last,
Because sentences slowly turns into phrases,
and phrases turns into words that turns into worse cases.
Will the pieces be complete again,
will fear be out of my brain.
Questions that keeps creeping me,
since the day the distance of ours became further than a sea.
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