16 days,
time that were very slow for me,
time that some of it i appreciated it,
some of it i wasted.
16 days,
why, o why,
why this happens,
to us, to you, me.
16 days,
its already spring time,
the warmth of summer is coming,
but the chilled winter still here.
16 days,
truly, i will keep counting,
i cant deny it,
nor can i ignore it.
i know, at this moment,
it doesnt matter anymore,
how much i love,
how much i miss.
goodnite,
my dream, my heart.
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