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January 11, 2007
she said you’d wake up when you were 30 and realize that all the things that had held a real value in your life were missing and you have nothing but a urban solitude.
she was wrong. you won’t.
not if there’s someone who fills your life with their breaths so that you could keep on materializing all your hopes, keep on dreaming. it won’t be me though. because one night we woke up and you decided that the fairy tale was over.
and among all things I could deal with there was no room for requiem for a dream.