terça-feira, fevereiro 8

Today I heard his voice. It made me shed a couple of tears.
As he was speaking, I was listening. Until I stopped listening and started wondering "What would it be like?" "What could had happened?" 
But then I remembered who I was, who I am. And I remembered who he is.
It doesn't take an Einstein to put the pieces together. How does someone like him even look at someone like me?

*Bea

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