all those memories, all the good times and the bad times, i wont experience that anymore . well not with him. i can never touch his brown silky hair and feel his fair skin against mine or look into those tired brown eyes ever again. never again. i convinced myself that he was selfish because he left me, know i understand that it was selfish of me to try and make him stay.
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until we meet again - a dazai story
Proză scurtăthose sparkling brown eyes now tired and low. you see him half dead on the bedroom floor
