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It's that time of the year. Winter air. Ringing bells. Pretty Mistletoe. And cold night. Meteor showers isn't my thing until you wished beside me when we saw one. It feels old - It's been years. But I still remember when you told me what you wish. I felt we both connect with each other. You wished the answer to my problems while I wish the best for you. And I end up realizing, we are both same. We both wish. But we both wish what's only good for you - There's nothing for me. Its been 2 years since we both saw each other. For me, nothing's new. But for you, everything is new. I keep on wandering while I was stuck inside this 4 walls, am I the one who is not letting go, or it is my heart that can't let go? But then I realize, it is still me - both option is me. Tomorrow is that time of the year. Happiness, joy, fulfillment. Smiles. Here I am, smiling monotonously. I feel like with me being miserable, I also make my friends miserable. With me being this moody,

If some things changed, would it still be you? The agony of life brought us to questions such as "why?", "what's....?", and "what if?" Walking on this narrow path of life, some parts have spikes, which makes me walk carefully. Some parts of the floor have nails, so I have to clean it first to be able to continue walking. Some roofs doesn't have anything, it looks so bright, the looking at it will never not be impossible. Am I at the abyss? Cause it feels so cold. Its dark. Its lifeless. I just picked up the nails I see, avoid the spikes that dangers me, and just walk past straight without looking what's above me. Did I make the wrong choice? Or I just got the wrong result? If I changed things, will it still be here? Counting 1 to 3, feels like 2 is gone. Walking uphill feels like we forgot the start. And running on the left feels like we neglected the right. Should I change my decision? CAN I CHANGE the done? I came back to the place. Walking o