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 Iā€™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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