SCHOOL

One day you will forget. One day I will forget. One day we both will forget. And between these 3 days there will come a day where all what have been said and felt will just disappear. Be pushed aside and inside a little wooden box coated with silver and mother of pearl. But I will never be a mother to a pearl. At least your pearl. I might feel sad now about that, because you have been the only person I dreamt and deeply yearned to have a pearl from. It never happened nor does it seem it will. The perplexing is apparent and the will is weakened. This whole scenario I knew a long time ago. I did not hear my own warnings to myself.

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