I remember the times when we talked about how we would press on till we were both old. How you would cut apples for me if I were bed-ridden. Yet now all are but dreams of yesterday. Maybe you feel relieved that everything is over but I feel nothing more than miserable.
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who is the fortunate one that makes you bleed so much and created such so much pain?
He's a friend.... A really really good friend...
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