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I get attached to things. They stick to my fingers and it is hard to peel them off When it is time to part ways. I find it hard to throw things away, To discard what was once used and loved.

For it is love, isn't it? We forget that a large part of history is stories, That memories and cherished moments intertwine our history with theirs, And tie together our existences. Of course we cannot say goodbye. What a life it has been.

I am not sure if it is easier or harder these days, With planned obsolescence and single-use disposables, Are connections lessened by the normalisation of destruction? Or does it just mean that heartbreak comes sooner and more often?

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e cando cheguei non había ninguén máis que ti pero agora desapareciches

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