I ask myself ist it could be love. I decide that it's not because all we share are memories I kept in my mind. All I know now is that you fucked me up. My mind and my heart. The worst thing about that is that I miss every single second of this one single afternoon and night. You say 'find what you love and let it kill you'. Well okay. Then kill me please because I have never been loving you but I loved the way you made me feel and treated me. Thank you therefor.
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