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Is it really over? I ask
"Maybe someday..."

Is it really over? I ask
"I'm not saying anything"

Is it really over? I ask
"I don't want to say it"

Things left undecided, haunt mind like poison mist floating above water.
When one can't say and when the other is willing to take the decision of the other. Things stay undecided. I would love an answer that would make everything clear. Mist is the worst to get lost in. Decision of either is a light to release. Mist is the poison wich will make us all choke.

A simple answer to a question of life, releases or chains one's very soul. Set free or shut in the cage. Either is fine. But don't keep in the mist.