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December 11, 2011

You donít let it go. Four years and counting, still obsessed with the idea of a life that could have been, the people we could have become, the changes we could have made in the world. In your mind it was always simple and great, and we are free and at peace.†

But darling, in your fantasy you forget the nights of screaming and the days spent far away, though together, in silence. You forget that miserable feeling of being trapped and the fact that we drove each other absolutely crazy with our need to get rid of our sorrows.†