...me.
I spilled *because I wanted to spill.
Then I laughed along with it.
Then I spilled, *because I felt akward not to spill*.
After that tears started running down my face.
I felt the need to spill.
Where will the train bring me?
I left in a rush.
"Pia", I hear his voice echoeing across the Walls.
Was it meant to reach me?
Just my ears or my heart?
As I closed my eyes my mind said that he called out my name because he just wanted to do so.
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