To "you know who I am". No, I have no idea who are you. Instead of hiding your name and saying such things, why not get a life?
You can no longer find joy in something you do not love. It just seems to fade away, and everything seems to be crumpling down.
When something is past its time, it is past. There are many others who understand this principle more than I ever would. Time is like sand. You place it in your hand, and it fades away. you can't catch back the sand that is blown away, neither can you make up for lost time.
Passion without fire is salt to be trampled upon. Passion gets killed, dreams get destroyed, hopes can dashed, but life still goes on as usual. So why bother holding on to senseless passion.
Good night.
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