Insanity laughs, under pressure we're cracking. Can't we give ourselves one more chance? Because love is such an old-fashioned word and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night. And love dares you to changes our ways of caring about ourselves. This is our last dance. This is ourselves under pressure.
No other love. Mama, I'm flying. I can go anywhere. No other love can take me there. No other love. Mama, I'm flying.
"It's been a year. I don't feel him anymore. He's gone! He's really gone!"
All that was left was a bundle of memories, and an image of his face that became more and more vague each day.
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