Smoke
Won't you kill me already? You ripped my soul off me with that look. Frustration, anger, sadness, pain and a taste of revenge. I felt the world fell apart, my word, just because you didn't smile.
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It's your hand I need the most on my heart. And a cigarette. I wanted to tell you how much I adore you still. I wanted to tell you that I still love you, that your name on my screen hurted me badly I had to remove it.