No matter how much pain one can contain, it still spills. And you might think this pain is worse than the one you had last. That is just because we human being do not have a good memory of pain. Nothing is more painful than any pain you have to endure right now. Right this very moment.
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Just think of your pain this afternoon if you had any. That pain is gone. The one you’re having now is worse. Or just think of the hurtful words you heard last July. Even those words are on their way to Tamaulipas, Mexico, with your profound goodbye. You’re done with the last pain. You’re not with this one. This one in hand.
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But perhaps you should just relearn that old lesson. When pain doesn’t go away, it’s your turn to leave.
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Send me a postcard from Vladisvostok, will ya?
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Questa è Enida 
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