We fought, but that's a lie. Neither you nor I were fighting. We both have long since lost both a courage, both the power and we lost both of us.
Somewhere, between the missing and freedom, between the bearing and Enjoy.
One way shunned by both, and yet committed, but we only ever to each other, to recognize that we meet not. silent closing their eyes and see the one and not the other, scream here and yet not there. Even now, when we both are not able to define what we have, nor what we want, we have a demand what we have and not long after us will, but not with the skill.
different way we see ourselves, so we are similar to us. Driven by fear we are lost and find ourselves alone, together, hand in hand.
melodious voices of optimism, hope, love, and yet we do not realize it's just yours and it is only my vote, hold our hearts when we are in danger of falling. What
come what may remain of what must go, we knew it, and we do not know it yet. Let us therefore always wrong? We have therefore every spark can burn up to have felt no heat from the breath?
It ends as it began with a fight that neither you, nor I will ever fight.
We will miss this one way, because actually, so we were always clear, even if we both could not go, perhaps, we have always hoped that he would lead us to the goal. What should I tell you we were very close to it.
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