I listen to that piano place you once played me in my room.
Sat by the window, with the raindrops falling upon it like the tears on my face.
And I twist my hair around and around my finger, whilst every goose pimple on my body stands up as high as it can.
And I miss you.
Again. And Again. And Again.
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