I can tell by the weight of your words, that this is over. All the "should've but could'ves" can no longer be. This is the second daeth in the exquisite art of forgetting. And I promise. And I promise this to you I'll burn this evotion clean filling every hole in my heart. All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink. Everything you were is fiction. Everything youa re is fiction and if you see the chin downm tongue tied this is all I have to offer. I thought I'd better be asking. This is my last laugh in this place of dying. And for you, this is the last goodbye yo'll ever here. It's not suppose to end like this.
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