Sunday, May 1

I am leaving. I am leaving. I am leaving this city this bathroom this corridor. I am leaving never to look back. I will go away for a while. I will work in the coal mines and buy you a house. It will be big and handsome and it will never lie. It will only say one word: your name. And I will shout: you cannot reveal it, you cannot reveal the name, because if you do, I will be hurt and you might never talk to me again.

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