Didn't we have a good time together? Despite the laughter and the complicity, I knew this miracle was destined to perish. It was only a matter of time before you found someone more interesting. And when that day came, I spent endless hours trying to regain your attention but, as if stuck behind a bulletproof glass, you would not hear me. After years of imagined camaraderie, my voice was forever absent from your ears. Nothing but illusions! What's the point of rubbing my soul against the glass? You were never interested in see my soul.
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