An illusion--
Many times I saw you on the corner of the city in front of the place where you earn a living. Dressed in black and the typical hat you always wear. I don't know what was on my mind at that time, memories after memories appeared one by one in my mind rebuilding the illusion that made me happy. The illusion of deception that made me want to hug and meet you again. But it was only my illusion that wanted it. My logic asked me to not want to meet you in any possibility.
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