You can paint the summer sky with all the warm colours in your memory’s palette, yet the evening still revisits you with old haunts. The old triggers may rust and jam one in a dozen times, but the bullets come full throttle. There will be moments that you convince your sanity to remain with you, but you sacrificed your state of freedom the second you fell in love.

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