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After a handful of years, you will see the effect of life's teeth embedded in your personality. You will discover that love was not love, that your courage killed some people with laughter, and that plans and dreams were amusing stories to pass the time. The years will embrace you to dress you in the garment of the beginning and whisper in your ear: "You are not as you thought! You are a mirage; come on, search for yourself within yourself to reach you."

What harm would it do you if you were my balm, O bitter sorrow? Say hello or bitter love and revive me.

Come, say something and tell me you miss me. Don't make me feel worthless to you. Don't leave me waiting with my wound open like a crack in old walls.