My heart feels crippled. Too many times has it been broken for me to mend it by myself. I just want it to stop. Be still, my heart - Stop shaking.
The heart, it never ages; all it does is break. So, when we are old, yet you have recalled your youth, I wish to see your juvenile heart reflected in the face I have loved with every piece of my own - and my heart will not stop beating until you regard me as you did so long ago.
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coracaodacripta (
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