One of your little hairpins laughed at me that day. Since then, I can no longer live with others, I always see faces similar to yours and smell similar to yours. I used to take a look at that street and imagine you sitting in it, creating your own little hero...
I went to your childhood town, back to your past, you were there, didn't know you would meet me one day, I imagined you lying on my lap, I told you stories, and you grew up . You know how much I like that story? I sat in that room with you and didn't speak when I closed my eyes and it was you lying in my arms and no one else, but you wouldn't know...
No one's waiting for me, I'm lying...
I know dear, there will never be someone, you are just borrowing someone else's child, someone else's life, someone else's body, a person.
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