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We haven’t talked for a while. You know, I kept on dreaming about you, I hope you dreamt about me too. The sun may shine too bright in our eyes and make us blind in reality. But when the sun will set and the darkness will appear, that is the time when it is clearer to understand our reality. We spent our past like there’s no tomorrow. We fell in love like there’s not much to hate. We said goodbye like there’s no memories we will miss. I hoped back then that we could try again.

This photo mirrors how Basilio went through his childhood life. As her mother and brother died, he felt the loneliness, the anger, the pain and the eagerness to claim justice for his family.