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The thoughts went across my mind filling myself with negative thoughts when a familiar face that of your mother came by.
Her eyes glimmering with tears like that of mine when I last saw you. But by seeing her my mind still did not fret....
But my heart did fret.
She kept her hands on that of mine and said to me,
The thing I wished never to hear again after I last met with you.
The thing I wished never to believe. It started to echo inside my head.
"darling how long will you be stuck with the past ? *sigh* Its time to move on . You know that he won't come back. You know that he is dead"
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