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I think that starting something is almost harder than ending it you've got all of these things that you want to say but you've got no way to say them once you end something no more hurt can come of it only healing but starting something that's like ripping off the scab beginning again which without a doubt can be good but without a doubt can also be bad and if you haven't got a good way to start things well that's just a lost cause because if there's not a beginning there's certainly no middle and definitely no end no healing just emptiness I didn't know where to start but you were right there right in front of me with the bluest eyes I've ever seen and all the preparing I'd done was gone it didn't matter anymore because right there it was only us it was the words that had to come out but they couldn't because they didn't know how to start
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