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I met them in my dream -- the one that I said "I love you" to. But in the end I knew that they wouldn't understand anything I said, that it was all just make-believe. It made me cry, just a little bit. To be together with that person, yet, really, truly, not at all. Life is both a blessing and a curse. Why are we born into it? There is no such thing as regret after we are gone. Maybe the suffering…