When I pass a mirror I catch a glimpse of him, but it’s only an illusion cuz of that we have the same features. And when I walk downtown I think I see him in every guy who has a detail which reminds me of him. But no one have his unique voice: this fresh deep elegant one. To be honest: he doesn’t even know that I love him (such as my: missing, longing, craving, tears and pain). The mind tells me to let go, but my heart to fight more (!)
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