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[elcachafaz]

From afar I can make out the twinkling of the lights that mark my return. They're the same ones that illuminated long hours of sorrow with their pale reflections. And although I didn't want to regress, everyone always goes back to their first love. The old street where the echo said, "His life is yours, his desire is yours," beneath the mocking

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[luinmir]

How sad and lovely. And, perhaps, a little too apt?

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