How did you end up
flowing in my veins?
I breathe you
with every second that passes
and I cry with tears
that taste like you.
Pathetic, right?
I should make myself a cup of tea and calm down...
as if this could heal me...
How can you heal with an ordinary tea,
a chronic problem?
Doctor, give me ten boxes of aspirin
I have to overcome the cold.
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