it is strange that no matter how much clothes we buy, we always go back to those few clothes that are nothing close to fashionable.
it is strange that no matter how many cafes or eateries we try, we always go back to those few stalls for the tried and tested palatables.
it is strange that no matter how many friends we know in life, we always go back to the exlusive few who we share our heartfelt unforgetables.
what is life? perhaps a circle, a loop like to the moon and back...a lullaby!
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