Happiness is here, but I cannot enjoy it. I feel my soul dissovled and my true happiness went away, in another eyes and from another breath, generated by the touch of another hair. I look at her and see myself as an empty shell, ready to crack. Long ago, there was love, but who knows what love really is? It must have been love, but it's over now. It's just a shell. An empty shell, like my heart. Hungry from you, longing for your touch.
I never really touch you, but I miss your skin.
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