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perhaps the problemwas that you would cut what blossomsto prove to othersthere were flowers around stand alonedo not pluck it awayyou are growingwhere others cannot
now at the endand long ways from a beginningi cannot remember,i am remindedthat life is simplya series of slumped goodbyesfilled with the stutter stepsof hellossaid in between do you hear that silence? it is all of us in unioson,chanting your name,soon enough
it took many deathsof ito live a littlewith you would i take it all again yes yes yesdo no tbe mistaken i was not ibefore you
think notabout how much timeis left but how much timeyou have hadand how itshapes how you thinkabout notand now for nowyou still have timeyou always do
the humanity of it all you will fall in loveand people will leaveand you will fall in loveagain and there is nothingyou can doto stopit
i think oftenabout you telling me thatone diesonce they are forgotten so knowthat even thoughwe do not talkand i do not know much anymoreabout you if you were to passi’d keep you alive
do not give into the terrorof waiting for the terrible but do we fault the weedsfor growingwhere others cannot you must let what isbecome and thensometimesbe forgiven
yes aprili can hear you How tired you mst beare yu colddo you need some tea it is my birthday today, too,and i feel thatthe leaves are starting to budand there are birds everywhereand i am finally not afraidto sayyes yes yesi can be heretoo it has taken a lifetimebut doesn’t everything?
oh i knowyou are tired so gogo ondo it tiredly you must bemore afraidof wasting your lifethan anything elsethat can retireyouinto oh no nonot now
when it is donewhen all will have gonewhen there is nothingand no one you will not askdid i do enough you will instead saywhat is leftto be done and who have i entrustedto do it
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