three days

Three days. That's it. Just like Montreal. I'm a cliche, yes, but I'm a cliche with a timeline. And three days is enough for me to purge all this sadness. Three days is enough for me to get over it.

Montreal will always be there

My hope will always be there  

Just because things didn't go the way I'd hoped, doesn't mean my life is over. I have to get back up and try again. 

Try

Try

Again. 

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