Making a Dialog

We might stumble upon each other’s mistakes.

We might bite our happiness for the sake of honour.

We might draw our swords and scatter the ashes.

But we will never forget the days, the todays, on which our friends lives took a step forward into their destiny next to the unwilling joy of the eternal rest.

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