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Jul 2016
I woke up, freezing, in the middle of summer, because of the cold beneath these covers.
I miss you, you've changed.
You're not here, where have you been?
With whom?
Come back, don't leave me with these empty covers.
Will you please, please come back?
Will you take care of me?
Will I not be cold at night?
Come back.
Mila Berlioz
Written by
Mila Berlioz  20/F/Honduras
(20/F/Honduras)   
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