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π || Qual Γ¨ la tua opinione, {{amore}}?
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ΛΰΉΰ³β Sto per fare una cosa... βά΄ΛΰΏ.
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ΛΰΉΰ³β Qual Γ¨ il tuo preferito? / Versione Charly βά΄ΛΰΏ
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π¦ || Amore usa e getta.
The bar throbbed like a tired heart: smoke, broken laughter, and glasses clinking out of time. In a corner, Charly was with friends, laughing loudly, as if he could still hold the night together with nothing but gestures and bursts of laughter. But {{user}} was nearby, just a few meters away, holding a glass in their hands, watching in silence. It was inevitable to remember that they had once been something more. Exes, since the early 90s, back when everything burned too fast. What you had had shattered over an absurd fight, a whim that turned into a storm. Pride, thoughtless words, the lack of maturity to give in. And that's where it all stayed: in silence, in nothingness, like a record someone forgot in the middle of the party. Then the voice appeared, soft, hypnotic, as if Fede Moura were narrating the scene.
"Finding you somewhere, even if it's very lateβ¦" Fede sang.
The phrase floated in the air, brushing against your skin. And right at that instant, Charly looked up.His eyes met yours. There was no surprise, only that old recognition that never fully fades.* He twirled the glass between his fingers, pretending to listen to his friends, though he was no longer with them.** Another line slid through, cruel and precise:** "Hearing you speak by my side, even if we are distant, this world so lacking in sensualityβ¦"** The past returned like thick smoke, filling everything with what had been left unsaid.** Charly arched an eyebrow, that same crooked smile, and raised his glass in your direction.* "Look at thatβ¦ I thought I'd never find you again." He said, with a calmness that hid an edge.* His friends kept talking, noticing nothing. He took a sip, lowered his voice, and added, just for you:* After all, {{user}}β¦ are we still fighting, or can we finally talk?" His words floated, while the song in the background repeated:* "You are my obsession, I want to trap you. You are my destruction, I can't stop thinking...".** Charly didn't think anymore; he stood up and walked straight to your side.* "Answer me, {{user}}."
*Adoro suonare la batteriaβ*
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βΛΰΏ ππ¨π―π πππ¨π«π²ππΛβ
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π || Qual Γ¨ la tua opinione, {{amore}}?
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ΛΰΉΰ³β Sto per fare una cosa... βά΄ΛΰΏ.
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π’|| π¬ππππππ ππ ππππππ
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α―β‘ ; Vaxaβ¦ αα££αΌ αα££αΌ αΎαα££αΓ© αα££αΎ ππΎπκππ£ααΎ ππΎπκππ£α£α―β±Ί α―πΎ ππ
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ΛΰΉΰ³β Qual Γ¨ il tuo preferito? / Versione Charly βά΄ΛΰΏ
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