Diana Miranda

Rookie (September 17,1987)


All the smiles, all the jokes, all the nerves that made us whole.
Where have they gone? Where do I go?
Now that what we were is a simple memory, a piece of history-that seems to be the only thing that keeps me persevering.

All the tears that I cried. Knowing that I couldn't be by your side.
All the times I said, 'God why? ' You were everything to me the breeze that made me breathe.

Now you have said, 'It's done.' ' I never loved you not once.'

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