Marked.

To listen to the same songs, to love several times.
Cry for it, laugh about it.
Even after several times unsuccessfully told jokes.
We are trying again.
Without those ridiculous ones, we do not have the real ones.
And if they occur, are false.
Of those that are repeated in rapture.
Rapture of life.
In order to enjoy the sun.
It’s nice when it shines.
At least you and I love him like that.
I told you that this does not hurt, right?
To laugh at different tracks, wait for the leaves to whisper life.
Permanent and marked, but always present.
At least the sun will be special.

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