The human soul is such a mystery.. Who chooses what to forget or what to not feel anymore? I could never predict my own feelings. I was never able to make my heart obey. Sometimes I feel like parts of me still live on the past, trying so hard to take me back... Are they bad dreams? Are they regrets? Are they love for people I spent old summer days with? Is it the call of the thoughts of others about me? Do they think of me? Am I still alive to them? Signs....
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