Do you know what is it like? To be there?
It's scary, you don't know what to do.
Somehow, you don't wanna leave, I mean, you can't leave.
And there's the other part of yourself wishing it ends.
Finally it stops.
And you feel how anger and pain go straight to your eyes falling like tears.
Anyway, she was there for me, because I was there for her.
Thank you.
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