And one day, everything was the same: jokes, conversation, nudges. I never stopped to think once about foreign relations. Never hesitated at all to stop and think about possible interruptions. And I sure as hell didn't even stop to think about my upcoming death. And it all started with rain.
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Everywhere i go their there. Every step i take, i tripped. Every breath I take, i regret. Can i just die, but maybe they'll change. Maybe they wont. Maybe everything i think wont happen. Maybe i will fall in love with one of them. Maybe i get hurt more. I never know, you never know. It's all a surprise, and you never know whats going to happen next.
"Did you ever think of us and what we used to be?"
"There's not a single day passed that I failed to think of you. It killed me not knowing where to find you.Am glad I have you back"