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    ¿Amo al silencio de la paz? al que le abrimos las puertas de nuestra casa para ser, para que no duela tanto, para la vida en comunión. La ausencia espera ser recordada como nunca lo fue porque no importó como se llevaban los terribles años con nuestro amor. Sólo sé que nuestra unión quedará solo en tu recuerdo dejando un hueco irrefrenable de dolor en este corazón insportablemente muerto.

    (MPF todavía no puedo escuchar esta canción completa sin morir de dolor en el intento y creo que nunca lo haré)

    Taylor Swift - so long, London

    I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist

    I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift

    Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away

    My spine split from carrying us up the hill

    Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill

    I stopped trying to make him laugh

    Stopped trying to drill the safe

    Thinkin, how much sad did you think I had

    Did you think I had in me?

    Oh, the tragedy ...

    So long, London

    You'll find someone ...

    I didn't opt in to be your odd man out

    I founded the club she's heard great things about

    I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath

    I stopped CPR, after all it's no use

    The spirit was gone, we would never come to

    And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free

    For so long, London

    Stitches undone

    Two graves, one gun

    I'll find someone ...

    And you say I abandoned the ship

    But I was going down with it

    My white knuckle dying grip

    Holding tight to your quiet resentment and

    My friends said it isn't right to be scared

    Every day of a love affair

    Every breath feels like rarest air

    When you're not sure if he wants to be there

    So how much sad did you think I had,

    Did you think I had in me?

    How much tragedy?

    Just how low did you think I'd go?

    Before I'd self-implode

    Before I'd have to go be free

    You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

    I died on the altar waiting for the proof

    You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days

    And I'm just getting color back into my face

    I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

    For so long, London

    Had a good run

    A moment of warm sun

    But I'm not the one

    So long, London

    Stitches undone

    Two graves, one gun

    You'll find someone ...

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