when you reach the end all you can do is look to the beginning. calvary, chomp, the futon. then you look at the mistakes. fairs, lies, rash decisions. it's a whirlwind of happines versus comfort, regret and confusion. and it's hard to make the right choice when so much brings me back to you. but i wouldn't erase it if i could, i'd rather go through
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