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Seeing her is like returning to a city where you used to live. You loved that city and always will There is something about it that will always feel like home and you secretly hope you find that city again: To embrace everything that brought you such bliss. But when you find yourself facing her at last, the guilt of your crimes returns. When you dishonored something so beautiful. You have lost the privilege to enjoy the place which gave you nothing but hope and revealed to you the love that can be found in the world. Even if the city welcomes you back with the softest smile You can not risk causing any more harm. You do not trust yourself around the only person you ever loved.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
The City
Seeing her is like returning to a city where you used to live. You loved that city and always will There is something about it that will always feel like home and you secretly hope you find that city again: To embrace everything that brought you such bliss. But when you find yourself facing her at last, the guilt of your crimes returns. When you dishonored something so beautiful. You have lost the privilege to enjoy the place which gave you nothing but hope and revealed to you the love that can be found in the world. Even if the city welcomes you back with the softest smile You can not risk causing any more harm. You do not trust yourself around the only person you ever loved.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
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