Some nights i prefer read out loud to my self , create something,
Watching tons of old video
it’s the best thing ever

Rather in a room with someone
Pleases each other
sexualy pleased, but no further waves for emotional stream

Morning come like a blessing, but not for you
When that person walked away from that door

You feel numb and joy at the same time
Realize its only you, your phone , that tiny friendship circles and that cold room with the same color

Cannot mend your empty heart

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