All the mornings of the world, all the morning of New York, all the mornings of my life, all the mornings of my life now, all the mornings of this year, all the mornings of last year, all the mornings of last week ... are filled with hope and happiness of what might be.
Even though I dwell on the past, often tend to look back, sometimes whisper to the shadow I will not live in the past and forget those around me. Future is my life. Are you my future?
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