How many times have you thought, This has happened before, and will happen again, and this will keep on happening. How often have you felt inside, this is eternity. This dirt, this cat, rescued from the park below, healed and raised on the 15th floor, looking down from this window, this pink cross, this pink dashed line, this pink cross again. It may be gone tomorrow, but it was here before.

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