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one

I like to drink hot coffee at three am just to remember

how it feels to get

burned,

I like to lie on my room's cold floor and read Plath's words

until my eyes completely die and my back hurts almost like hell,

I like to sit down for what feels an

eternity (perhaps, a little longer)

and think about every tiny and stupid thing i've ever done in my life,

I like to walk home, it gives me

an entirely serenity (as a drug to an addict),

I like to eat chocolate when I feel like

I should drown myself in vodka,

I like to listen to loud music because

it's the only way to shut the loud voices in my head...

But listen,

when I see a mother with its children,

or a girl with its lover,

or a boy with its friends,

I realise that I don't exactly like the taste of

loneliness,

I just need a soul that won't give up on me

because I know that

eventually,

I will too.

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