Past or cycles

Every day I live it all. The pain. The love and happiness. The hate. And the things I want to say. And then I change my mind, and I believe, everything is alright. But the same keeps happening. Again. I don’t know if it’s truly fine… I feel at peace and more complete than ever….

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Truestory

«…» And so it was, the same thing, happening simultaneously everywhere. It never started. It never ended. Any moment could be a new beginning, any moment could turn into the last breath, and lots of in-betweens were to happen – haunted memories, longed-for dreams, lost loves, found joys… The same story for everyone, the one…

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