It’s not the end, is it?

Over time when we forget the little things that made us who we are today, everything starts to turn monotonous. But it’s only time that would help us learn and understand each other more.. The question is ‘how much time are you willingly to give; to others, to oneself?’

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An unpleasant trip.

Too tired to elaborate.. Doing so just makes it worst. This time I choose not to explain anymore.