Continuation, in spirit, to they say love is supposed to burn, and one by one.
Sometimes, you make a choice, despite knowing what the outcome is going to be. You're not disappointed, and you're not sad, in fact, you're relieved with the outcome, but the butterflies in your chest have become a roiling storm, and you're not sure when the red sky will pass.
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But the time flies, irretrievable.