Tell me the song about falling out of love. About that first cup of coffee that you cherish for it's aroma itself and not because someone's company is making it special for you. Tell me about the first raindrops that dance on your skin and exorcise the demon of pain, about the first morning when you wake up and you do not have to wonder if you are in the right reality because you are comparing it to the past, about the first night you sleep without calculating your losses.
Tell me about that first painting you make that celebrates you being noone to anybody, the first cake you cut that you cannot wait to have the first slice of, that first walk in the park that doesn't feel like being lost in a maze. Tell me about the moment when the roses, daises and all the flowers that you cannot name, smile with you.
Tell me the song about falling out of love, that carries the melody of peace and not of melancholy , of acceptance and not despair, of contentment and not a regretted surrender.
And if there's no such song, then make it.
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