They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.

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They met again in unknown restaurant, unknown street.

“Stop thinking”, if only it was so easy.
The floor creaked at 2AM, he left again.
I let you go now I miss you.
Come to your senses, you foolish starry-eyed boy.
In difficult times, we pray for your blessings.
The heart aches remembering that which is gone.
It’s not that I don’t care, I’m afraid.
I’m your shadow, what am I without you.
Battles continued even among the last of us.