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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…
I can’t feel anything but to sight to the despair of a feeling that cannot be forgotten and cannot be allowed.
Prologue There is a funny thing about starting things in the middle. The point is that it doesn’t matters how I say it, the story can’t change. I was in that attic, in that kitchen, with that stereo. Buying those biscuits and drinking that tea. I was there while no recognition of myself was being…
And I still remember him. I cannot forget about him. Not that I have tried, on the contrary, I think it’s one of my most precious memories. I was looking at him, I was seeing him, trying to understand, looking at his face, looking at the marbles. I couldn’t understand what was he doing, and…
https://aonedayproject.wordpress.com/2013/01/12/self-link/
A ONE DAY PROJECT 