This is the last time i saw you.
You always say bye in the same way.
The same words, the same order.
As i walk away i remember your damp skin,damp hair,damp breath.
Tell me everything,
I would like to be stronger.
This was the day we met.
Nothing has changed/nothing is changing
Soon, ill be gone and with me goes everything of you,
Wrapped up in brown paper......I am happy with my secret.
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