I still care.
Even if I don't talk
I still care.
Even when I laugh
And I seem to forget
I still care.
And when I dance
And when I dream
And when I drink
To drawn the pain
I still care.
Perhaps is because I care
That I seem not to care.
Does that makes sense?
Of course not...
But who cares anyway.
Right? Right!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
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