YES.
There’s this one thing. This one memory that I cannot even tell anybody what it is about because I don’t know what exactly happen. I bet you don’t either. Because from the start all we do were assume. You assume things. I assume things. Or so I think.
It suffocates me because I think I will never know as we will never meet again. Not in the near future.
How do you expect me to let go of something that I don’t even know what it is?
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