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SHORT STORY

Staring to nothingness after from a deep sleep that I had, I collected every
part of flashing images that I dream before waking up. I realized that the series of
thoughts, images and emotions I encountered during my sleep wasn’t really a
dream created in my mind, but a portion of my memory from the past which I
tried to bury a long time ago. No matter how hard I forget what was happened,
this dream, this memory was hunting me every now and then. It was like a
reminder for me that I didn’t deserve to be happy. Pain sprouted to my chest as I
reminisced the old times which made me isolated from the rest. Before my tears
would flow from my cheeks, I already got to my feet, planning to face the day like
what I always did the same from the previous days, months and years.

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