I cried and said that it might be the last time I'm ever meeting you. What I was crying for was the lost of us... The frankness... The happiness... The freedom of speech that I felt when I was with you...
You once said I might be the one to teach you about love. Don't, don't ever learn. It's painful and torturous. A deep dark tunnel once in you can never get out from.
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