A year and a day ago I left.
When I think back to that September 4 envy my innocence and my complete unconsciousness.
This year was my hyperbaric chamber of emotions.
Now, I feel rich and poor in others' experiences illusions.
Arash greeted me and said good luck. "Arash, I have to tell me good luck," "No, Cecilia, I have no luck."
hitting the wall of consciousness kills hope.
Goodnight, and Good Luck.
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