Yesterday, I remembered you,
just as I was leaving.
I saw your face there
reflected in my pillow.
I wanted to see you die,
but not before having the pleasure
of seeing you suffer,
almost at the end I regretted it.
Besides, I couldn't believe,
that what was happening to me was true.
I looked away
and I saw again,
your fucking face on my pillow.
I wanted to see you die,
but not before having the pleasure
of seeing you suffer,
almost In the end I regretted it.
Today, after reflecting,
I think I could have made a mistake.
Bringing you back to life yesterday,
was not another opportunity.
I wanted to see you die,
br/>not before having the pleasure
of seeing you suffer,
almost at the end I regretted it.

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