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never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again. more often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting: it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was. at the beginning and at the end of a relationship,
us even knowing why. and we must forget not because we have to but because we have to. in letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but in batallion. it seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart...
https://gishungwa.blogspot.com/2006/06/