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Clouds the color of a bruise memories, somewhat similar to a fairytale. But when I think of her that home in my center gets bigger. My blood seems to warm I fight off tears regularly! I have to be stronger! I want to be a better man, I don't want to think of or remember her anymore! I write for therapy I used to cut for the same. I'm thankful for the escape of dream's, only when they don't contain ... her! But this is my punishment I hope that in death we don't remember anything.