It seems there is no one at home. The lights are out, windows closed. Through the silence only a clock's ticking is heard. I finish the work for today, close the books and dictionaries, clean the table, sit down and realize what I feel. The sadness from the past is trying to come back and carry me away. How sad is that. It is enough to have a moment of loneliness in perfect happiness and my heart is all scared again.
The more you have, the more afraid you are to lose it? Where is the logic?
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