This place has not changed since you were standing there for
the last time. The same bench, the same moon and almost identically cold wintry
wind precisely whispering to you in the secret language that can only by understood by you; you are standing' once again in the place where a few years
ago, your enthusiastic mind was full of hope and beautiful dreams. Momentarily,
you looked at the shining stars and realized how foolish you were for keep
dreaming so many nights. Now, you don't have these dreams nor the beautiful
hope which kept you coming to this place.
This place isn't really the same - it has lost your soul....
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