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i like books. that night i cried because i read milk and honey

you were so distant
i forgot you were there at all"

she wrote about her lost lover but i read it with the picture of him in front of my inner eye

i decided this was the last and final time i cried for him
because of him
because i finally lost him

i wasn't homesick at all, i wasn't in love with him anymore

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