سه‌شنبه، فروردین ۱۷، ۱۳۸۹

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It's a fairy tale. I can’t leave this city, can’t even find my way back home.I feel like I'm already at home here. Filled with joy and great memories, Belfast left any other city far behind.
I know I must leave here sooner or later but can’t remember the last time which leaving someone or a city was this difficult.