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And then again: sometimes dreams don't come true. Or we just stop dreaming. Altogether. 

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There's too much of everything. Too many people, too many cars, too many thoughts, too many dreams, too many shoes, too many books, too many busy days, too many empty nights, too many songs, too many paintings, too many things, too many. 

This world is jammed like an old woman's attic.

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Happy Valentine's Day

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Empty rooms, where we learn to live without love. Or we don't. 

Too much love will kill you just as sure as non at all, as Freddy  

used to sing.