Me
Alone...
I'm sitting in my room.
Alone in the dark.
There is nothing to do.
Nothing to do now.
I'm bleeding. I'm hurt.
But it is nothing special.
Only my heart.
Have I ever loved someone that much?
I don't think so, no.
Many seconds.
Many minutes.
Many hours.
Many days.
But me.
On my own.
Alone.
In the dark...
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