Stop, please, don't answer the text.
Don't come.
Don't do it to me, please.
Just go,
And back to talk about your life—whatever you like.

I beg you, though I shouldn't have to
Why did I betray myself?
Since when are you insensitive to my
fragility?
Were I?
Are you?

Without explaining it could be closer to reality
Can't I understand your language now?
Perhaps you and I just spoke the language of the passion
Passing through this station.
This hope called "love" is more than this.
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