Nonexistence

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I return from unreality, knowing that something happened but no memories of what happened. 

Again in the world without knowing that it exists, without knowing how to love love. 

 The day goes by and I go to sleep in my bed, my eyes are closing and the love story of two sleepwalkers begins again...

...with a new beginning and the same end.

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