bidding

i don't really know where to start saying goodbye. i feel as if i'm reading a book from its end, not even looking at the prologue. is to enunciate a farewell with neither substance nor memories to follow it. my gerunds are more than before and they always come back to me as if they orbited me in function of my own capricious schemes. along with you, i refrained from finding new sensations, only to see how words could turn into a lethargy, where my feelings were simply found drowning, eventually. i never could find the context on every chance we had together; my intentions crashed like rain in an invisible wall. how to dedicate forsaken lyrics to you when my own didn't make any difference? it is so hard to end something that never started in the first place...

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[mascaracontracabellera]

Taken into account the authors prowess (or feebleness, rather),  I think it was better to just skip to the end, LOL