I want to erase everything, but I don't want to lose your words. I don't want to lose the features of your face, your drawings, our images and our codes, our new language which is only ours.
I don't want to lose us, but I am still hurting because of you.
In the stream of my tears, you still have your place.
You're both lost in a crowd and one of a kind.
You can't be erased, even if I tried.
So, what's the point?