Truth of the seldom, the lie does not understand why, for the them of i it is the truth - sudden goodbyes does not equal sad sorries, where the guilt is trapped by the not in worry - thoughts which spiral inside the brain, the ones webbed by thee unanswered, questioning oneself not for a blame - correct is the number of all the times, your guess was as good as mine
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