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Feelings forever stay.
They are dead memories.

I thought about leaving it all behind.


To forget it, erase it.


Maybe I won't, maybe I may.
The feelings forever stay.


Maybe I will be only be a memory,
I'll go to sleep, so they finally will stop stabbing, you see,
The memories are haunting me.


You will probably hear a whisper, from the tree,
of a twinned noose of agony.

We will be sharing our own dead memory, after these years I hope you still will love me.
Count the days, light the candle, count the days that I have been away.