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I will know... very soon...
that if I still lives in someone's heart,
or if I am forgotten by many
afterall, if one's regards is given by a reminder,
then how much of it really, is driven by the heart?
how many of them, truely remembers me?
I can say this on no where else, to no one else...
this is my only place of expression,
without knowledge from anyone in the real world
this, is my only place to stay...