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I dont know if it's just me,
But I really believe that everything happens for reasons.

My heart was broken once, twice or maybe more,
Making it be more abstained from any hurt anymore.

Knowing that you have been betrayed hurts the most,
Even piles of explanation you can forgive no more.

Unwittingly I met this boy,
Unintentionally, I fall in love.

Being in love is not a novelty,
But the feeling this time is more to fantasy,
Making me afraid of what is called as reality.

On Canal St. New Orleans / Alfonso Pompo Bresciani

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