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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is it true? | jjk
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