Forget about me, boy. I´m not a good girl for you. You need someone who stays besides you and never let you behind for her own needs, desires, dreams. There is a time - in some moment - that I always leave the stuffs, the lovers, my romantic way behind. In some momento I always have to go away. Get out of the scene. I usually wait for some scrubs from the other one, some stuped reason to go... Give a reason to go away... but, sometimes, I just go.
Maybe it´s this freedon inside my soul - the freedon that someone, one day, taught me.
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