
Everything I do,
and everytime I want to do,
is always you,
breaking my heart in two,
in little pieces,
wondering,
if there is enough strength in us,
to be the people,
that we use to,
but jealousy in not the way,
it can compete with a lie,
who can choose our faith,
in a drop,
of an eye.
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