tisdag 6 december 2011

Dear Alice..

Things are bad again...
You disappeared...like everything else.
Now, how else can i talk to..
I´m lost.
When you left....you took everything with you.
It´s like a huge hole punched through my chest..
The pain is my only reminder...
It was real.

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