I had the things that I never had before when I was a child... But the change of my success is to lose him in my arms. You choose to let go of me because you think it makes me happy.... The thing I called my dream... Yes..... that time it is my happiness. But whenever I lost him I realized my life will never be happy without him.... It is true you always see the value of a thing when, you lose it. Do I get him back? Or I lost him forever?
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