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Mar 2020
3 o’clock and I still can’t sleep
Only thing I wish for is dreaming deep
But my brain can’t stop its constantly ticking
I’m not even in love with you, still you make me think

You only told me the sad story of your life
Then wanted to cut your wrist with your key, not even a knife!
I thought I could be your friend and help
But we lost each other and now it’s only my image of you that is my friend

Or more than that, I don’t even know, oh dear
I honestly have no idea what I feel
Even though I always analyse myself, maybe too much
Still I don’t get why I miss your touch

The way you looked at me and knew
That I care about it and I will understand you
But then you said the opposite, now I can’t follow you  
You almost called me a ***** and said it’s my fault
Being out in high heels in the dark and cold

That was stupid, you were right, but see
I’m fed up with blaming myself for everything
I tried to be there for you when you had nobody
You didn’t give a crap about me when I was drunk and lonely

We’re not talking anymore, I won’t even write to you
I hoped it would help if I don’t see you
But it just got worse, you are always there
I couldn’t make you go, you would not move nowhere
Paper Heart Poet
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     Bogdan Dragos and ---
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