Disclaimer:
This fanfic is fruit of author´s imagination, no intention to profane the reality. Neither to offend the real involved. It's just a vision of public facts, speculation of private moments.
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Joined Hands
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I am his heart. Now a broken one.
It´s silly to think I was worried
To his sedentary live and if
He would stay cigarettes free.
(By the away, just saying, they are his besties again)
Because, nothing of this matter,
I´m not one of the lucky ones anymore.
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