No matter how much time erase bad memories, they will always be present and stuck to me, is like fire that never goes out is liketears in the hour of death is not how to liveand breathe.No matter how much you suffer, no matter how many times I die and how many lives Ilive, the lights in the dark nigths are like lightningamid the chaos, all we had is gone, the promises are worthlessnow, we do not have our cecrets belongig and love that was once the fire is cold today, the leis were worth up to a point where despair contained in a hert beat where the tears of his facewere my relief, knowing that feelings still penetrated his frail bodyand the light that once lit up my world wen out in tha caos of your mind...
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