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143 Ain't Just Numbers
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Ongoing, First published Jun 22, 2016
Mature
4-3=1
3+1=4
4-1=3
I hate mathematics. I hate equations. I hate numbers. But these three little digits are an exception. Because, I somehow want to keep them in my mind.... and in my heart. They hold lots of memories that shaped my past existence. It also amazes me of how these little digits shake my world in a very outrageous way. And above all,  these numbers remind me of someone. That someone who left me with his heart-breaking farewell. Mi ultimo adios...
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