& we are here. Again. You told me that you would never leave me. But we are here. Again. We are not. Pretending that everything is OK. But it's not. And we try. And we cry. We cried. I'm sorry. I'm wrong. I had 15 minutes to write and I'm still here. Pretending that I do know what I feel. 5 minutes left and I'm still looking for the word. Where am I now? I'm sorry. One minute left. I should sleep... So long, goodbye. Good luck.