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Living can be hard. Living can be hell. Living can be beautiful. Living can be all of this and nothing. Living is what and who we love. Sometimes, it is easy to look into further life with hope. But in those darkest moments, there is always a ray of hope. This story is about hope. This story is about all the people who lost it, shattering their reality and trying to navigate through broken mess and glue the pieces. Sometimes, I feel life is never real. I want to be wrong. I want to feel the beauty of spring blossoms and the night sky. I want to feel the beauty of far-away stars who hold the secrets of millions of loved ones who passed away, who loved, dreamed, lived. I want to feel alive...
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When I said that I wanted to be different, of all the ways possible I didn't want it to be this way. I just feel like I am being played by my own words and I am being betrayed by myself and my mind, it is also not much of a help. . . . "You know, what makes the night sky even more beautiful, because our loved ones are there. Every day people lose someone they cherish and they go up there and join other stars. This is why they are so beautiful".

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