Our story ends, our paths separate and life resumes its course quietly.
I finally fly away freely.
The hand fractured by a breakdown of trust, the healing hampered by distrust, I take my distance.
Wisely, I advance slowly but surely, walking with a wary gaze.
It starts again and again and again.
Our conflict drags on.
Each times, I lose control.
It starts again and again and again.
Your words discourage me.
Enough, I can't take it anymore.
I will never give up .
Our bonds have faded.
The truth is digested with difficulty.
Without pity, I have an appetite for destruction.
I will never give up.
br/>Despite the anger and the pain, the holed walls and the weeks, a part of you will always reside in me.
We grew up together.
This is the end of such a beautiful story .
Too bad it's like this.
These beautiful years will remain eternal.
Hand broken by a breakdown of trust, healing hampered by distrust, I distance myself.
Wisely, I advance slowly but surely, walking with a wary gaze.
It starts again and again and again.
Our conflict drags on.
Each time, I lose control. mastery.
It starts again and again and again.
Your words discourage me.
Enough, I can't take it anymore.

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