It's Not Over...
I don't
like to say goodbye,
but it
happens sometimes,
people
leave from my side,
to keep
living their lives.
maybe
it's me,
that I'm
already here,
maybe it
seems,
like I
don't dissapear...
but I
follow my dreams,
it's not
over...
and
that's what I mean,
I'm not
older...
when I
say goodbye,
a part
of me dies,
people
that were beside,
happines
has a price...
but I'll
keep looking for this,
I will
be part of that,
I'll
feel my feet,
over a
new land...
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