The last hour before the waking up, I dreamt of something so realistic.
The two people that once promised to never forget one another, met in a crossroad and pretended to not know each other.
It is sad and vexing, but that is what the future holds. We mustn't have any regrets now.
Friday, November 21, 2014
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