I don't know why relationships end--I mean relationships in which two people are happy when they are together.
You see, I only remember being happy with Lucky--I have no memories of why we broke up--during that summer was one of the best periods of my life, granted, I was manic--but I was so--
Freely pleasant and pleased with how I was traveling down the road, the map of where I was going for life.
I have fought with Morpheus, but those memories are consumed by the happiness of being with him--they are ate in the belly of love--disintegrated into nothingness.
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