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Living with his cell

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One day he was on the bridge, because I have caused him pain.

I did, yes I did.

Then he found another love, screaming and shouting out loud.

It hurt like hell, hell it was.

Always on his cell, reading, searching, for what???

To make friends that are fake?

Friends who hide themselves.

No real names, no real pics.

He said: "Take time honey.", but that didn't work out.

His cell took over his life.

His cell took over his dreams and hopes, and it took mine away.

Now he found someone new, married of course, with a fake profile.

He found her in his cell.

Hiding and sneaking around.

Staying up late, nothing matters to him anymore.

Not me, not his children.

The only life he knows is in his cell.

I wanted to break out of life.

Love doesn't exist anymore.

Friendship is not there anymore.

And that's because all of that is in his cell.

And it hurts, it hurts like hell.

I am never going to give up.

You can be in his cell, but you will never get his mind off his love.

You are only there in his cell.

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