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All was fine. I smiled walking in, but how did I walked out? Drunk and shitty. Guess I expected that when I told him where I parked. I walked out and ET asked the security abt where the parking was at.

You know how funny the joke is when someone dies laughing, unable to finish the joke properly.
You know how broken you are when someone asks you, what happened? And you couldn't speak properly.

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It's a casual break up song. Not depressing, at least the lyrics and tone sounded like she was fine, exactly how it's supposed to be expressed. Fake it till you make it expression.

But why did I die at that point? Thanks to that live band at Alvisy, It's like every time I hear this very nice song, scenes on that day rewinds, replays. It's like it's going to be that clear and detailed. It's like it just happened yesterday. It's like images so fresh and new, like I've experienced it a million times, even tho.. maybe it's nothing to him, maybe he didn't even remember what I've said to him, but I do.

Disadvantages about having very detailed memory. I'd be remembering things alone right here. All the hurtful things he said. All the pain at that time. It's like getting stabbed once and remembering again and again how it feels like, even tho it's completely healed. They say, scars are still painful when pressure is applied. I guess sometimes, song applies pressure ?