Numerous letters. Filled with words, promising words, hollow words.
I clean up. Take stock. What do I want to take with me on my way? What is meaningless, what fits with me?
Everything that matters already has a place in the life history that has my name. It only counts for me – no one carries my life.
Where’s the trash can?
It doesn’t matter what they say
It doesn’t matter what they do
All that matters is my relationship to you
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