And it's so strange, so useless, so stupid, but I still think about it. About the pain you made (make) me feel, about your words, like a knife, about your war against me, a war I did not want to fight. But I must, sadly I had to do it.
And how can I be fine? I can't even take photos to get over this, it makes me think even more.
What can I do?
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And how can I be fine? I can't even take photos to get over this, it makes me think even more.
What can I do?
