I finally transferred the article that I've been made in my notebook, and I couldn't help but to feel sad while writing it. It's already seven years since it was happened, and why does the pain soothes immensely while I was writing the ending? Should I say that not all things that gives us an enjoyment are already permanent? I'll definiitely publiish it for tomorrow, and I need to publish an article which I must have been already published later.
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