Sometimes it seems it just does not really matter how much it hurts, nor how deep the memories dig inside of you reaching every single corner of your soul, scratching and burning it out 'till you turn to nothing but a bunch of tears.
World does not really matter, it will continue its rhythm, turning, rising, hating... loving.
The rain keeps falling, the sky is still gray, the wind blows cold but remember, the sun will always remain.
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