The worst of the battles occurs when I fight alone... against myself. Sometimes, when my dreams are far away and my ideas do not leave me sleep, I hope only to stay in his breast. I hope drink one more time from their lips. Sleep a moment, wake up. Open my eyes and see in their eyes the light that I need to continue my trip. I receive, one more time, from his mouth the breath to continue my battle.She's my inspiration. Their name is a word of a simple song to after midnight. A song that only is accompanied for the drums of my heart, and the sounds of my sighs. Where is she? I need their presence this night. I am in the middle of the battlefield. I'm afraid. I'm tired. Here, only there is the silence. I need only a simple song after midnight, a song from their lips.
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