How do I remind you of me, and not about the bad stuff, but the good stuff.
Or how can I get a clean slate with you.
How...
Fucking hell, this unpredictable future is killing me.
Turmoil churning in me.
I really wanna shout and listen to the sea waves, to vent everything away.
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