2.5 hours, 5-6 corrections, many official confirmations, but no true closure.
A good concussion could be...good.
A fresh start.
Nothing so bad that major faculties are lost.
Nothing so mild that everything comes rushing back.
Sort of like the three bears, maybe by the third try, just the right amount et voila, mild dementia.
Oh but to forget, to block out all the world
but that which you wish to see
or that you wish for to be seen.
but that which you wish to see
or that you wish for to be seen.
Tu me manque beaucoup beacoup.
Et pour tous que je dis ou ne dis pas, il y a une vérité,
je ne t'oubliera pas, jamais!
Et pour tous que je dis ou ne dis pas, il y a une vérité,
je ne t'oubliera pas, jamais!
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