Through the blinds
of your room of your soul
you feel how nostalgia filters in.
When night falls
on you, on your shoulders
you know how it hurts
to be here.
However
she is by your side
she became a little cold
but you are her ¡s loving
Through the blinds
of your mind
of your memories
you feel how they oppress you
those feelings
When the sun falls remorse
about you, about your hands
you know how it hurts
having done it
However
she is by your side
she never left you alone
not even for a moment
in your room
Since you made her suffer
by her neck you made her die
and she couldn't say anything anymore

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