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Oct 2016
Heartbreak is the worse thing.
You wear them everyday.
They stuck on your skin, clogging your pores.
Sadness evaporates anytime a particular song plays on the radio;
or whenever a certain things suddenly remind you of him.
When the coldness crept out on your skin;
Memories wrap you up like a blanket,
and once again,
even when you close your eyes -
you
dream
of
him
again.
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