WHEN I WAS NINETEEN. ( VI )

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This story starts when i was nineteen. Another life was happening to start for me.....my old world, somewhere perishing , getting vague into the absolute existence of mankind. And then, maybe only then i was ready to accept what was mine for real.
A dream maybe was coming true for me.

As they say, ' Prepare for the fake, accept the real '

And everything was so surreal for me that i was losing myself into the hands of my future.

Yes.....my actual story started then only.

( To be continued... )

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