In the way you speak to me,
It reminds me of the past,
It is the one I can see,
Who loved me and not so fast.
You say you used to love,
but I cannot believe,
that in this dove,
comes love's conceivement.
Yet I can find,
that in this one I know,
that you are kind,
yet you are, for me, to go.














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Then you can die at the age of 28 of a pill overdose. :3
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