I say: I wanted to fall in love.
I really wanted to know her.
That I would feel pain,
but I would have preferred to try,
I would have preferred to really live it.
This is the pain
of the pain that has not been experienced.
I would have liked to know love,
so horrendous that they described me.
Because it must have been worse than this,
of these “whirlwinds of reasoning”,
of these whores.
Because what I had in my hand,
it was true, it was real.
I don’t live a love,
for a bunch of bullshit,
that do not belong to me.
I don’t live a friendship,
for stupid and childish grudges,
that it would have been better not to live.
And too many people,
think you know,
but they don’t know shit.
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