What da fuck are we doing together?

that time I didn’t had the chance to ask to myself,
If what we have done, was the right thing made.
and thought that we belong to each other,
and it turns to another way.
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But time has found different proposes to us
and then, make me feel so “one” against all the words,
All the talking made,
And that “half of two” became sad and gray.

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