... but she never knew how to forget those things. and thank god she didn't. suddenly the water is not that high and the ground is still there to hold us. it's that time of year when i remember her. it's that time of year when i regret everything. it's that time of year when i wish it were pure again. could it be these are sentences which never end? could it be these are dreams from which you can never wake up? could it be that the rain will never stop from falling until the flood has taken everything? maybe there's not supposed to be an end. maybe this goes on and on and on. one silent scream. one endless waltz. one apology over and over again. it's funny how we never finished what we started. it's funny how the pain insists upon itself. it's funny how...
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