Look at the album. Pictures from their first Christmas, Easter holidays in Crete, birthday on the terrace, the celebrations at home with friends. Smiles and love. Only he had spent all alone. Not quite alone, he was always in her head. It was as if they were always beside her, a ghost who watched at every move. Read what he had written a year for him. The same old thing. To please him, and attempts to convince herself unstuck. A chronos.Enas whole time with exactly the same.
He spoke before time runs out. I will not leave to put the time and being in her life. Several ran. Her feet hurt, losing her breath. You will not ever understand him. Better to go. I passed. Like always, will one day kill the ghost inside.
He put his new year's eve
finally says well the Jay Jay Johanson
Tonight it's New Year's eve
Another year passed by
Will you be there by my side
I can feel tears begin
Running down on my chin
Twelve months of holding in it
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