I feel like you are here
Somewhere behind my back,
Like you are watching me,
And breathing in my neck.
And doesn’t matter,
How far are you.
I feel much better,
When I don’t see the truth.
When I imagine,
How you hold my left hand.
It’s kinda tragic,
That all it’s in my head.
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