I used to dream on it. I wrote letters and thought that evrything was Ok after reading them. It was not too bad, but now, the moment has come, the time is here, and i don't know what should I write. Fiction doesn't work by now.
I want to know if it's well, if it's right. What if I wouldn't knew anything. What about now.

Not a goodbye, only a see you later for beautiful words to me.

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