ends of sentences, and finally closing your eyes deep into the night, feeling the pain fester within, never reaching the surface. But I remember it now, and I realize—in a moment that almost fades into the darkness—that I’m doing my best.
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ends of sentences, and finally closing your eyes deep into the night, feeling the pain fester within, never reaching the surface. But I remember it now, and I realize—in a moment that almost fades into the darkness—that I’m doing my best.
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