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When the wind blows, I often remember. The times you kept me warm, some time in November.
What started as a whisper, slowly turned into a scream. You ended up being my nightmare, ran away from my dreams. My smile no longer shines, it’s no longer real. My heart’s been damaged, and it can never heal. My mind is cluttered, with yours words, your lies. My ears are bleeding, because of my screams, my cries.
I can still feel your touch, it sends shivers down my spine. I vaguely remember, the days you were still mine. You promised me I would always have your heart, You told me I was beautiful, a work of art. Now when I look at my reflection, I see nothing but flaws, far from perfection.