I can't never forget that face of yours, your red guitar and your weird way of portraying us in your art. You might be gone, but I still see you everywhere in this hospital.
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It was never easy, especially because ,,,,,,,,it was my fault. So I stopped talking and hid my face to forget everything. Although that would not be the last time to revisit mt past.