"No, not again", I sighed. It has been a routine now to search for my pen in the morning before leaving for work.
Yumi couldn't feel her hands. She pushed her fingers through her hair. Nothing. Her heart didn't beat.
My fingers caressing its strings like they once caressed the only woman's skin that I have ever loved.
No one would give a job to a homeless young man. Prejudices never gave an opportunity for survival for the homeless.
If I tell you, 'I've made this bridge', you will laugh at me; because you know me. I have never done anything constructive.
I am here at the park; taking a stroll with the person I love the most, My Dad!
This love started many years ago when they lived in the same neighborhood, a couple of houses away from each other.
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