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Hər bir keçmiş, hansısa bir zamanıın gələcəyi olub. Hər bir gələcək də, haçansa bir keçmiş olacaq. Eynilə insanlar kimi; dünənin uşağı sabahın qocası, sabahın yaşlısı isə bu günün gəncidir. Həyatda nə zamanı, nə gəncliyi, nə də uşaqlığı geri qaytarmaq olur. Qocalıq üçünsə tələsmə. Qocalıq çağrılmamış qonaqdır. Qapıdan qovsan pəncərədən gələcək. Sən bu dünyanın milyardlarla insanlarından biri olduğun kimi, mən də bu dünyanın milyardlarla illərindən biriyəm. Cəmi dörd fəsil ömrü olan bircə ili. Baharda dünyaya gəlib uşaqlığını yaşayan, yayda gəncliyini keçirən, payızda qocalan, qışda isə ölən cəmi üç yüz altmış beş günlük ömürün sahibi, bircə il.
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She was the type to stare herself in the mirror and see someone else stare back. Someone who was free and light, being able to spread her wings like an unbound angel. She was neither chained to Heaven nor Hell. Howbeit, no matter how far she reached into the mirror, she could never step through as her ball-and-chain presented itself in the form of a crown. She was a princess with two faces, desperately trying to have a sense of freedom outside of her royal obligations. She found it in the form of a weakness: a passion with another human being. Her love for him and ballet had kept her chin high; her crown not slipping from her pastel hair. So why, why did it suddenly become so hard when a gothic gymnastic back-flipped into her life? Why were her heartstrings being tugged on by someone of her same gender? Why was it suddenly so difficult, so strenuous to keep living in her pastel world when this mysterious girl brought such bright colours with her? TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sex, suicide and other mature themes will be contained within this book. Read at your own discretion.

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