Lovers and Tobacco

"What i really miss is real love, pure and easy, as simple as it could be, like you cant, just simply cant control, keep it into your body, it's too strong, too big, too chemical too extreme, too amazing by the way. Why i simply miss is real love, easy and pure, like really pure i mean, just love, or passion maybe, something that cant let you empty as i am usually. I miss my dad. I have no dad, just a dad idea. No news these days. My mum isnt my mum anymore and i feel so guilty. And i've never been in a real love. Well ive been in love twice, i guess i can say it now, ive been in love twice, and first i'll never know if he loved me as far as i am sure he did, and second, -as i need a fucking cigarette-, and second i thought he did but i never kissed me by the way and i am too lost, but it is really pure, just that it makes me suffer such a lot, such like i feel guilty or hurted or betrayed at the same time, like i would give everything, i would be so good but.
I am not.
I really need it. Just take my hand like, easily (really pure as i said), and help me taking it.
Please.
Please."


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