Fatality of time... we live we suffer we give so much importance to our lives, and a few moments later, we have new worries, and the old ones are just memories, memories that slowly dissipate, as meaningful and meaningless as dreams, was it real? All I know is that I might have learned something, something I might forget or perhaps remember one of these days when I fall on the sweet embrace of nostalgia.
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