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Chapter 15

Too tiring to speak,

Too drunk to write.

Too much to say,

Too few people miss it,

I don't know where to start,

I don't know where love starts,

Then let it be.

My heart is very small.

Very few can live.

Leaving,

Then he left,
Chapter completed!
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