Chancing upon a souvenir of the past, I remembered something.
The day I came to believe in miracles was around the most unlikely time.
I was beaten down in everything I did,and I knew nothing would get better. So, all I did was walk down without thinking, searching for defeat.
Until a miracle occured. And I could never forget that moment. That day, I felt like everything was right, and that nothing could ever go wrong at all. Like all the world was in harmony and I felt complete.
A pity that time has passed though.
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