All the wounds, all the bruises,
All the scratches, all the pains,
All the scrapes and all the clots,
All of them will heal slowly.
These newly created distances,
These newly made inequalities,
These new roads which come,
In between love and farness,
They will be habituated to me slowly.
All the promises which were broken,
All the strings which were broken,
My heart of glass which was broken,
All will join themselves slowly.
All the hatred in your heart for me,
All the nothingness in my heart for you,
All the awe in the hearts of people,
All will end but yes, slowly.
Do not worry, that day will come,
I will die, and so will you,
And I promise you that before that happens,
I will forget you however slowly.


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