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The wind flows into the faded colors of the landscape. My memories are softly brought back to life. Every though I travel this familiar road, there’s no turning back. The first lie, the final words… The promises from that day have now fallen, broken, to the ground. A piece of those violent and fleeting memories… But, even if we wake up from the dreams we both see together, there’s no way I’ll ever forget these feelings. My memories of those days are only growing stronger, even now.

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