La prima volta che l'ho tradita, è stato all'inizio del 2009. A capodanno ero stato con lei tutta la notte, davanti a tutti, a raccontare la nostra storia che durava ormai da ventisette anni. Con lei gli inizi furono quelli di due strangers who have always lived parallel lives. We met because I wanted to be like the friends whom I respect and who already had one. At first I closed my room with her, but like all teenagers, came a lack of desire to be with her completely. It was as a result hard to peel, which within it, has sweet secrets. He began a long struggle made to leave and take. With her, I never went to parties and everyone would ask me why. I never know resi 
to show others, too ashamed, too ashamed. Then I began timidly to compare it with others. I finally managed to bring with me to the first concert. It was an unforgettable evening, I was seventeen years. We swore eternal love. I was just at the University and she was my only companion. There on the bed when I felt like I took the el 
and was always available, without asking anything in return. Saved me from insanity. I could get from her oblivion. I returned from my and started a new life with her. We were one, in all situations. Many began to know me through her and then its presence could save the economic problems. He was irreplaceable. Although I was married, there was room for her in my life and I did not weigh this condition. When there was some event, I was with her and she knew that all I could give something to others. Every day, for these twenty-seven years. Suddenly, 2 January two thousand and nine, take it like every day. I feel a shiver. From her, nothing comes out. Ne 'emotions or feelings. I'll leave it there. The close. Take it off of my sight from my house. I feel betrayed by you, or maybe it's me that I have betrayed. I have not seen for more than three months. All at home are upset by his absence: my wife, my daughters. They knew me always with you and do not understand. They do not understand this man who suddenly deprived of something that is inextricably linked to his life. Last Saturday, though, I realized I could not do without her and she welcomed me back like an old lover who waits patiently for the loved one, knowing full well that he will return. So when I stuck the jack on stage in front of everyone and everyone applauded, it was love again. Me and my guitar.
to show others, too ashamed, too ashamed. Then I began timidly to compare it with others. I finally managed to bring with me to the first concert. It was an unforgettable evening, I was seventeen years. We swore eternal love. I was just at the University and she was my only companion. There on the bed when I felt like I took the el 
and was always available, without asking anything in return. Saved me from insanity. I could get from her oblivion. I returned from my and started a new life with her. We were one, in all situations. Many began to know me through her and then its presence could save the economic problems. He was irreplaceable. Although I was married, there was room for her in my life and I did not weigh this condition. When there was some event, I was with her and she knew that all I could give something to others. Every day, for these twenty-seven years. Suddenly, 2 January two thousand and nine, take it like every day. I feel a shiver. From her, nothing comes out. Ne 'emotions or feelings. I'll leave it there. The close. Take it off of my sight from my house. I feel betrayed by you, or maybe it's me that I have betrayed. I have not seen for more than three months. All at home are upset by his absence: my wife, my daughters. They knew me always with you and do not understand. They do not understand this man who suddenly deprived of something that is inextricably linked to his life. Last Saturday, though, I realized I could not do without her and she welcomed me back like an old lover who waits patiently for the loved one, knowing full well that he will return. So when I stuck the jack on stage in front of everyone and everyone applauded, it was love again. Me and my guitar. 
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