I miss the touch of your hand in mine, and the trembling, the shaking of my voice with yours, I miss the ever so slidely caress of your lips on our imaginary kisses but most of all I miss me once more. Like that other time, when the sun seemed brighther, not so heavy, not so hard on us, I miss my laughing, I miss me when I was with u, I talked with u in my head al the time. I miss me, most definitely because I like me better when on those times.
We stop searching for monsters when we realized they were inside of us.
xxx
Rom.
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