So many things happened meanwhile..... Some new meetings, old goodbyes, new goodbyes.... Basically I´ve figured out I hate goodbyes... Doesn´t matter if a new or old one. I´m just really bad in saying or taking goodbyes. They hurt. It feels like every goodbye takes a little tiny piece of me. Time after time. Until fianlly nothing left. Teared apart piece by piece. Moral? To avoid goobyes, don´t let anybody close enough the possible goodbye would give you a fuck....
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