I feel some sort of nostalgic memory on the coming winter, it’s cold and I’m alone and I feel how the reality breaks my illusions. 
The more I admit my potential to myself, the worse and the better. The worse when you feel, the better when you act.
Soon, I’ll meet some people who feel close despite in person we haven’t spent that much time together. That’s a gift. 
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