A part of me has died long ago. The numbness, however, stops the loneliness from haunting me every second. It seems to be an aimless path but at least I’m moving, though not away from the torment.

We grow older to be sensible, to look at the world in a broader angle, and to realise some things cannot be forced.

The love refuses to die off.

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