How great a love can be locked up in a prison of jealousy, where freedom is a reality that more than slavery, where the soul has been stolen, where dreams are broken, where respect is dead, where the tears are the only partners.
How blind can you be to suffer in silence every humiliation, every contempt, every insult, every stroke, to excuse every gesture, to endure the unendurable, to martirizarte and blame yourself for being an accomplice in your agony.
How big can have the hope to believe so many promises of no value, to open your arms to the first false apology for thinking that this is a bad nightmare, to wanting to wake up together in this bad dream.
Nothing and no one is worth your tears, your peace, your happiness, so I ask:
Open your wings and flies away, find a way to hell around you, opens doors that enslave you, escape, flee, reborn ... Quiérete
woman, as I love you ...!!
Cava.
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