📚You can kill me. 📖
It doesn't matter to me.
I'm so tired out.
I know that gun that you have against the
shoulder can't kill the memory of walking
together, arm in arm, the memory of having moments
when I looked so much into your eyes and there was time.
I don't regret the illusion of thinking that we never
we would separate.
You can kill me.
But it is too late.
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