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// I see the faces as they were all those years ago. Maybe they will always be like that there, in some part of her mind TAP TAP TAP.

the sound of running water comes closer, the sweat rushes again, and I gasp for air

TAP it always ends like this, the faces of my beloved looming over me, and I fall on the ground struggling to breathe. there is never enough air for the end // 

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