I'm thinking of the Other One.
Then i think that there are other ones.
We're Just spare parts for you to use.
These thoughts takes the breath from my lungs and stab at my chest.
Like a dive into the cold water that is reality in the dead of the night.
Like a kick in the stomach.
Then my eyes open.
Like that last struggle to make it to the surface.
A fight for survival.
I'm still thinking of you Darling.
After all has been said and can't be undone.
I'm thinking of you still.
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