Why is there blood on your shirt?

- Hello, mister! It's so nice to meet you.

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- Oh, how come you know my name, mister?

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- You seem very upset. Have I done something wrong, mister?

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- It must be me. I'm sorry for bothering you. But i just wanted to tell you about my heart.

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- I gave it away, mister. It was hidden in his pocket. Do you think he found it?

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- And did he throw it away? I would feel terrible if he did so.

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- oh i see.

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- You remind me of him, miseter. He was so very quiet. He used to lay next to me, never saying a word.

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- Oh , and i so love him for that.

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- And he once said something but i couldn't understand what. I was too dumbfounded looking at my heart sitting there, in front of him, defences thrown aside.

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- My eyes love his eyes and my hands love his hands. And he sat there oh so quiet.

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- Do you know him mister? You remind me so much of him.

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- And mister , i guess i stained his shirt when i gave him my heart. I don't think he likes my blood, mister!

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- Did i do something to upset him mister? Or to upset you? I'm sorry .. I'm sorry..

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- If you see him mister.. Tell him i love him..

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- And your eyes mister are as green and as blue as he eyes. Oh , i don't want to upset you ,mister!

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- You're just like him.. Just that you look older.. And you're as quiet as he is.

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- Mister why is there blood on your shirt? Is that my heart in your pocket?

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-How long has it been, mister?

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- You seem older mister

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- I guess i just miss you ..