Burnout

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Burnout. It happened when we were busy.

Everything was so perfect that night, it was like I knew you for a life. So odd yet so magical.

But that night it was unimaginable that we wouldn't talk ever again.

The messages started to be plain banality, we couldn't find days off to meet and one day I liked your last message. Like if that little heart was the last signal of our burnout.

We deeply knew we met in the wrong time, but everything could work out.

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