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a pen..
a paper..
couple of cigarettes..
and one candle..
I think this is my mood..
'am having old random pictures..
spin around in my mind..
voices of laughter..
tears of happiness..
remembering your soft touches..
knowing that all of this is simply over..
I return back to my reality..
I find..
that the candle is out..
the cigarettes are out..
the paper is used..
and the pen is out of ink..
I simply stay there and remember..
how you did me wrong..
and I read what my unconsciousness wrote..
It simply wrote..
"..Still loving you.." With bloody tear drops..
