There wasn´t enough anymore,
just was not enough.
She was the same- only even prettier, if that was possible-,
and the love we felt for each other had only became stronger- you could see in our eyes-,
but something had changed.
I wasn´t the same, all those months apart made me realize
we could never survive in the real world;
so i set her free and let her be.
Bangalô Cult: Apaixonante, Van Gogh
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