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This is the lost dream. As simple as that.
But I do not trust my memory too well. I’m terrible at remembering the little details, but sometimes, the little details are the only parts I could remember. I sought answers for years. Until this day, I still ask the same questions.
Whenever I cannot sleep at night, I fabricate scenarios in my head that never existed. I alter the story because of pain, or maybe I do it because of its absence. It’s a paradox which will take a lifetime for me to solve.
