Dreams always become true...I wish it was true. We´re standing here, in between, in the middle of nowhere. Is not like I thought it would be. So many years lost in Ochrasy...
...24 years of Solitude...
And finally? If I don´t live today, then I might be here tomorrow...(or any other day )
Maybe back in August I´ll find all I ever want.
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