It's not the language, or anything in particular and it's everything, the whole and the addition of the parts.
Everything, now nothing after another river of tears, and why should anyone care? When did anyone?
Anyone?
I thought as much.
Rhythmically, the patter of raindrops brings you back, and what doesn't?
Raul, welcome back to August 2013. Level:...
You made it all too clear now. Yet, I'd be the one to turn for a word that won't come.
I'd swallow my pride, but it won't affect. I'd show some backbone, with the same end result.
Just one mistake. One.
Welcome to your life. Drink it to the dregs and rejoice in the bitterness.
It's just one bitter swallow, then gone.
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