"fake empire"

I look at you, and I want to smile, but I feel like if...you have forgotten my voice.

You pity me.

Dear God, when will I be able to forgive myself, not long, not write about this?

I go back to memories, just to torture myself, I play music about us and put the songs on repeat, just to keep on torturing myself; anything, any pain, as much as it takes, to remember the lips I have not met 9 months! 9 fucking months. And each day, I would do more and more, to have you back.

Even if it means, living in what you said, a fake empire, until I replace you.