Expectation, missing, and longing become my companion, together with the passage of time. Dry leaves are falling, when the wind blows, me, alone, among them.
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The tale of the lonely girl was, indeed, a lonely tale. A dark room, shadow figures, hollow eyes, and empty souls: the norm was staggering…
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