Every step towards myself drifts me apart from you.
Someone rescue me from this apathy.
Somebody make me feel.
Who will inspire immortal verses again?
Who will dare to be my muse?
May be I'm just getting worn out.
When did I come apart at the seams?
I want to look at you and not to think.
I need your hand to heal my heart.
Since the only I expect from life is you.
Samuel Álvarez Conejos
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