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Feb 2018
But I saw her, in that very fast city I moved to,I saw her in its streets, I kept walking & walking,
walking right behind her, tracing her shadow, cause I thought it was her! it's the same way she laughs, the same way she smiles, the same way she fixes her hair. I walk right behind her wishing it's not just a shadow..

I was waiting for this vision for years, so I couldn't help but chase her for hours, I wanted to tell her everything, the words I couldn't say.

I kept walking & walking, gasping her smell until she faded, she went off my vision, I was so afraid she might look back, cause I was so sure it wasn't her and I was scared I wouldn't be given this chance again.Β Β it was a mirage, a beautiful mirage.
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