Here it is
faster each year
what is different this time?
I'm not as bad as I thought I would be
I miss everything, dearly
but here we are, again, still standing, still longing, ever hoping
I can't mend what is broken, but I can hope it won't destroy me every time
I'm happy you are here with me today
I'm really happy that we, somehow, made it here, kinda alive
I'm always surprised with myself, when I dare hope
I don't think I'll ever find the source of this emotion
that blocks everything else, wakes me up, plant my feet on the ground
I belong to the stars
but my heart wants you
And I'll always regret
always
not learning to forget
here it is, for one more year
we march
Feliz aniversário, Marcelo
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