An open book instead

The timing is always bad, I could almost hear myself say those words. There is always something keeping you away. Keeping me awake. A springtime sojourn forgotten, I dare say. But not quite.

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Why can’t I let go? Why am I still here? Why is it so easy for them?

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あなたの背中を遠くから見て、すごく悲しかった。忘れられないのがまた悲しいのだ。 But that’s just the way it is. Because I feel.

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