I hate him
I hate him with all of my heart but my heart is still under those sheets where we kissed for the first time
I left a tiny bit of my heart on the keys of your piano
and a bit on your nightstand where my bracelet has laid from wednesday evening till monday morning
a little bit at the corner of your eye and in your neck
Everytime we kissed you inhaled pieces of my heart

you         sick

         sick

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i miss you