열하나

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i remember when i gave up on my dreams.

i remember not looking at the piano the same ever again. there were too many memories of you embedded in those ivory and ebony keys that i wanted to forget. the music produced from its strings were too nostalgic of you.

so i stopped performing. i stopped giving lessons to children in my free time.

i remember closing the lid on my very own piano for the last time.

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