As by the end of our lives, all we have is our memories.
I do not want to forget.
How I brought myself from despair to ecstasy and then back to despair.
How I felt when smelling your skin in the morning, after a night of sins and lies. How I sunk into alcohol trying to forget and to forgive.
This sounds like shit, but I do not want to forget.
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