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I remember to this day when I brought you to my house for the first time, the walls were red with some blue details, you were super happy to be here and I thought that about you was very cute. Over time, you came to visit me often, you always stayed with me there when I needed it, you always admired the sea view with me, but there was something between us that changed, you started not going to my house anymore, you didn't call me, you didn't help me with things anymore. The day I went to look for you, you are in another house, helping another person, welcoming her in everything, but that kind of hurt me and then, I went back to my house, alone, lonely and lost, thinking when you would come back to pay a visit. And since then, my house is no longer the same, the walls began to peel and even the view of the sea is not the same, I just wish you hadn't found another house to share or if you had this idea, tell me so that "she" and I wouldn't suffer so much. Now I live only me and my house that maybe one day I will rebuild...

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