Dear You ,

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I only feel cold when you visit my thoughts
and i can feel the numb in my palms ,
and how you used to make the pain
of the overthinking goes away
as if i never overthink about everything ,
our love
it's an unsolved mystery case
and you're the murderer
who murdered the lover and the love
and i smell the dust of the faded hope
in everything that we both believed in
as if there's only the ending
no more beginnings .

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