Anger. Hatred. Pain. They well up inside me as I progress, moving smoothly across the undulating terrain. How could I be so dumb? Why did I leave? Why not stay, why always run away? She never ran away. I should have stayed, fought for a life with her. Yet it is too late. It has passed. The dillemma is no more, vanquished by the stinging blast of air as I ride, alone. |
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