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White porcelain and empty walls. Feelings of the greatest joy brought down with the silence between the realities of you and I. Your right, and I'm always wrong. I'm sorry. It's not enough. Maybe we should face the truth. But we shouldn't face the hurt. I'm sorry and it's not enough. So just let me be to grow, to change and to forget. It's what I need and I know you will you know eventually is what is the only thing left to do. I know there is something else, and you know what I have is not enough. Let's wave goodbye in the best of fashion.
I will move on, move on, and adapt. Please feel like i am thankful.