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I never loved life anyway,

No one ever taught me how to

My mother, standing there in the older memories I could remember

Always sad, crying, bad mouthing about everything, anything

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Yet I fell in love with details; they were too beautiful not to be loved

I turned into a person, a delusional one, a believer, a lover of a unique kind

I gently carried pain in my heart, always making sure to leave a little space on the side

For you my love, for the sunlight falling on the leaves, for the chimneys, and those tiny little green bugs around

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