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and so, gradually, i'm trying do you know how hard? to integrate the past with now. i don't believe in fate. there's no forgiveness, there must be something more. i'm convinced, regardless of all the times they said that i should forget everything. now i'm not so sure that i can do anything. this broken scene with me above you above me. i feel broken. didn't you hear me? the basement floods, and all the magazines are wet. what's left to salvage? From Letras Mania