The walls are closing in;
I am suffocating.
Like the rain in May,
My tears won't stop falling.
The coldness of your heart reminds me of the cold in July.
I need alittle affection.
The loneliness,
The nostalgia,
The pain,
The regret,
The anger,
But no hatred. No.
Just pure thoughts
And fondness in my heart,
For you.
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