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I hope I remember you for the rest of my life.
I can see your face every single time I close my eyes.
Every single time, I lay my heavy body full guilt on the bed; 
I can see you.
I hope I succeed for being alive,
Cause simply when you depart I lost love, hope and the will to survive.
I hope now that you are out of this world like hell,
I can fulfite your will: me being alive.
Just for this simple will I am alive now.

I remember your last breath your last beating heart.
You told me:” I’m sorry that I will leave without a warning,
I am sorry for being selfish and go to the other world alone.
But still,
You need to stay alive for that I may stay alive:
In your beating heart.
Just imagine that my soul is inside yours,
That I breathe whenever you breathe.
Just imagine that every single beat of your heart 
It means another life for me,
Every single sight from your eyes is my only world.
You need to stay alive simply because:
“I love you “”
Then he fell,
He just fell from the edge of the cliff.

In his way down, all my happiness disappeared.
Some countable seconds were enough to make me come back years ago
To the one before meeting him.
That girl who had no faith or trust in any body,
And surly no love for a single soul.
Feelings or emotions are words that didn’t exist in her dictionary 
Nore in her descriptions.
Back in the days before you,
As I walk in the way;
Never imagining that you would cross my way,
I used to observe people in their eyes as if
They are empty without souls,
Nor past, present or future,
As if their bodies are controlled by the circumstances of their surroundings, 
As if they don’t feel nor do they think.
In mush easy explanation: controlled people in a controlling world.

In my case it was the same:
My house, village, the near forest with the flowing river,
All the people I knew or merely accidently met,
Were the writer of my life story.
In much easy explanation:
The pen and the book of my life were not in my hands

I had a young body with an old soul.
I was full of emptiness.
I couldn’t walk in a simple path, 
And shamefully I couldn’t return my natural right: Freedom.


To be continued....
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