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My eyes where closed. I knew what day it was and I knew what time it was. It was all I needed to know and all that would carry me through the day. I couldn’t ask for more. It was better for me not to ask for more. The truth wasn’t nice for me. So I’d rather just ignore it. But even if I tried, even it was the last thing I wanted to think about, it was all that there was left in my head. The fact that I was locked up in prison, was my fault. But maybe that wasn’t the worst thing. There was something even worse. Or better said, someone. To me it was unknown where she is. Or even if she is still alive. It had been almost five years now, five years since I saw her for the last time. She had spent some time in a mental hospital. Locked up, just like me. Lock up away from everything we ever believed in. Locked up from all we ever loved, lock up from each other. My love for her was even more than that I had before I got here. But I feared that her love for me is over. Faded away with all the pain I had given her. Maybe it would be the best if she had forgotten me, or at least stop loving me. Because I knew she would never forget me. There was one last question I needed to get answered. Does she love me in return. Or is this really the end? The end of our romance we had shared with all struggle that came a long with it. Maybe there had been much pain between our love. But never I will regret a single thing. Never I’ll regret fighting for someone so special.
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