it doesn't even fucking matter what I say or what I promised to myself; in the end I'll always choose to hold on; and I can't hate myself for that even if I wanted to; because when you love someone, you just keep loving them even when the death is knocking on your door wanting to get in and break every single thing you've built... you can't just walk away and never look back; you can't just stop loving them because the sun isn't out; you can't just stop loving them because it's raining sad papers and poems... —You can't just do that easily,
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