9.12.16

o9/12/2o16

I'll never confess,
even if my life depended on it,
that sometimes
when all goes dark
I still wear that t-shirt I stole from you.

Because,
even thou I know it is impossible,
it has your scent still
and it helps me
to feel less lonely.

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