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It's been a year and I stood at a table, looking at a book that has my label. I have a pain in my head, it's not the first time it happened. But agreed i'll go on, I told my self I am able. 

I published a book about my love story, I see people running in a hurry. They stood in a line, waiting for their book to get signed.

As the line got smaller, I saw a him standing next to a women and a toddler. I never thought I see him again in my life, my feelings for him were gone and her introduced me to his wife.

He was happy and I was too, the pain I had earlier began to grew

He joked that I should give him a part of the money I made making a book about him, We laughed and a pain came through at full force that made the room dim.

 I woke up and found myself in a white room, I looked at the ceiling letting the massive pain consume. Turns out cancer teased my brain bit by bit, now I find my self in a hospital that's fully lit.

If I could fly it will be useless as for my wings are cut off, the unexplained happen and I already see my goals and dreams long gone.

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