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Thoughts pirouette their way to my mind as I lay in this cold evening. Thoughts full of anger. Anger like a monster clawing its way upward from my stomach.

Things will never be the same.

Things will never change.

A dilemma, a paradox that will not be justified. It's never enough. Yeah, it's never enough when it was you who say that it's never enough not to look forward.

Now, the same monster, is crying, crying for the chance it never took, the chance that he will never get to see again.

When I say it's over, it's over. No turning back now.