I'm cold

I'm cold, I'm sitting under a tree. It's raining, there's  too much clouds that I can't see the sun, the blue sky..

I'm alone and I have no haunts, I'm  scared and you're late.

I think you will never come, actually.

You didn't called me or texted me. Why ?

It is a joke to you ?

Am I, a joke to you ?

Because it would be a bad one.

I want to go home but I can't.

I'm still thinking you will come. It's been one hour now... But you will come, right ? Text me saying you're sorry, late and on your way. I have something important to tell you.

No it's not "I love you",

No it's not "I hate you"

It's more like..

"I'm about to die, because of you."

And actually, I'm already dying,

right there.

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22/02/2020