It's a question of time.
You made me smile. You made me cry. I loved you and i hated you. I found you beautiful and I found you ugly. You loved me and you hated me. I hated myself too, don't worry. Hate myself? Yeah, I've tried to end it all. Memories. They're the reasons i'm still breathing. Breathing. It gets harder everyday. Everyday. It's a mess and I hate it. Hate. Myself and my life. Myself. I don't know anymore. Anymore. I don't want to live no more. Live. What's that shit. Shit. It's my life. Life? Ending soon.
Behind each smile, there's something untold, something that no one will ever understand. Behind each word, there's a secret that will soon be gone forever with the person. And behind every thought, there's this image of everything I made wrong.
Wrong will be gone, gone is myself.
And now it's a question of minutes.. Of seconds.
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