Love is in the air

I used to be like this guy, 

bloody heartbroken (but fashionable) almost two months ago.

Had taken the pill of Hate to ease the pain, yes I was crazy at that moment.

I blamed Love for my condition, but actually I love the wrong person.

Sorry Love.

And alone, 

while my room mates on the phone

 each and every night with their girl friends.

I envy them when their phone ring.

But hey, fuck the pain away!

I need a new love story.

And the first thing to do is to find a new eligible candidate.

Love, help me okay?

P/S:

 
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