I'm not staying with him for the pain. It's what he says in his sleep. When he's moaning, he whispers. The cry he utters with a face so full of sorrow. "So...""...rry...""I'm sorry..."It makes me sad that no one hears his apology.
Pain
People don't exist without the past, I know. But the past isn't alive. It's you who's alive.
People, Existence, Past
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