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The wind gently caressed my cheeks, slightly stinging them from its coldness. Everything was cold but the tears that slid down my face. I heard footsteps draw near me. "Are you okay?" "No." My voice wavered. And it was true. I wasn't. Perhaps all good things come to an inevitable end. Perhaps all things good are meant to end.
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