The last time I saw her, I stood tall and played
the role. The great architects' post and lintel
has fallen. It ended in Chicago on the phone, and
it took two years for my contempt to turn to
compassion. And with mascara tears, she cried
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would like to think that everything is OK, that
it's not just broken wings beneath my heels. She
needs more to survive this memory of love. I need
more to forget this memory of love. Will it ever
end? In life you have to choose your own pain,
especially when it comes to the memory of love.