I feel terribly sad when each year leaves. I hate departures.
2011, I didn't mind to welcome you, but now, I find it hard to part you - we shared many stories.
I would certainly miss you, even when you didn't shower me any good fortune.
But, Each day you gave me hope.
You made me survive the tides.
You made me leap.
You made me go.
Now when you're minutes away to bid adieu, I'd like to plant a farewell kiss.
Mate, you gave me many moments. I will remember you.
No, I won't let you go. You're invited to a private space where I breed memories. Get in. Welcome.
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