| Down At The End of Lonely Street |
[Jul 23rd, 1:43pm] |
 When she fucked up, all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she collapsed unto the enigma of herself. And I could have done that, but I saw where it led for her. So I still believe in the Great Perhaps, and I can believe in it in spite of having lost her. Because I will forget her, yes. That which came together will fall apart imperceptibly slowly, and I will forget, but she will forgive my forgetting, just as I forgive her for forgetting me( . )
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