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Hey asshole, idiot, or something else.

I wrote this one day, but today I remeber to publish this.

So, is this it: I don't care what you do, what you don't do, what you do you someone else. I really don't care. I don't care if you're happy, or unhappy, If you're sorry, if you don't. If you smile is real, if you pain was real too.


I really don't care. Not anymore. And it makes me feel good, free and make me breath deep and say to myself "I don't need you anymore".
Now I can deep breath, feel the sun in my skin, in my face. Feel the rain too. Feel the cold wind in my hair. Just feeling. I don't need you to feel this, to feel the true, the life or something else.

And if I can feel, I can live instead survive!
No, I ain't wastin' no more time!


I don't think in you, in us, in promess, in moments, in feelings. I just don't think in this shit. Not anymore. Because it makes part of the past. And past is past. And past isn't future. And thanks God for that. And thank you to leave me and never come back. And I'm not being ironic baby.


I really don't care, I really don't think. I'm just following my walk it. And fortunately, isn't the same than yours. And don't try to regain my confidence. Because it's impossible.



"You don't have feelings? How can you do this?" Baby, I have feelings, but not for you. I just have feelings for people who deserve them.
"How can you make it after all we have?" I just can make it. Now, I can make it. Because I don't have heart. He are freezing.
And I hope that someday, a crazy one has courage to make him beat again. And I hope He don't shoot my heart away.



And do you want to know the best part? So, here he comes: the best part is that all of it is true. So true baby.