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Autumn, rain, fog, cold, hostile days and endless nights. I don’t think I can take another winter. The feeling of being buried alive gets stronger from one year to another. Hope grows thinner like an outworn rope.

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Even if life remains the same, you don’t. Thoughts will still keep on flowing, washing away the yesterday You. 

Completed

All is done. Concert tickets-bought, flights-booked, hotels-booked. And it still feels like a dream that is too good to be true.

Am I obsessed? Could be; who cares? I feel happy and that’s the only thing that counts.