You wrote me a mail last night, but my nightmares had caught me. You said, you don't know what to do against these feelings.
While I read your words next morning I burned my tongue with hot coffee, but that had not hurt as much as your words did. It's kinda cruel and a bit scary cuz we know it's not our fault...
Often you lied to me, but I'll never forget one sentence Truth hurts too much
This is what you taught me. You were my teacher in a different time and a more different way.
My heart's ripped apart cuz I've lost you. You left me without answering my questions. Nevertheless you asked me again: Would you die for me?
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