When I was a little girl I had a dog... her name was Samira.

I loved her so pretty fucking damnn much and she was always with me.

And I thought it would last forever ever.

But we never know how long will an forever lasts.

And that time it just last three weeks.

She died.

And suddently I wondered that what someday is FOREVER... can change to NEVERMORE...in a question of seconds.

I felt really sad for many days... then I kept on living... that's the deal.

Go on.

Even when it don't taste as sweet as it used to...

Even if being with anyone else don't make you that comfortable.

Even knowing that you ain't never get back that thing that you've lost.

But that's your life... and you have to learn how to life with the absences... one day is your dog...other day is your best friend... your mom, your dad.... your old passion...

And in the end you face yourself...ALONE

and thinking where would you get back your life again....

but it will never come back... and you'll already have a new life...fill it with new pleople, new dreams and new stuff.

NEW YORK I ♥ YOU...

but you're bringing me down.

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