I cannot waste my time closing my eyes and thinking that you are here when you really not. But, anyway, it's feel so good to taste your lips, and feel your skin playing with mine, and the hands, and the breath... but is not as warm as when you were here. It's cold... so cold... maybe this will be the colest winter I ever had. I can regret my self, thinking in all mistakes I've done. Now, I am alone, and whoever comes to me, can feel it. They don't want that feeling... so they just stay apart. I remember then, all those days we spend together, all those moments we wouldn't change. That day, with our friends. Now they, all of you, are just pink memories. Nobody can notice, but I'm becoming another of my memories. I'm lost.
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