Once upon a time I've lost my only chance to visit the USA. When I realised it I've cried all the night and felt like will never be happy again. Then, a couple of years later I've also lost the only my chance to visit Prague. It happened because I had neither visa nor time to make it. That time I didn't know whom I hate more: the poor life we lived or myself personally. Then, when I thought it all has gone, suddenly I've lost my chance to go home. It was my last diappointment.
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