“This is not right! no, it shouldn't be like that! “. so much unsatisfied but no reason to asking for, so much doubts at the same way. somehow, it goes too hurt to treat it as it currently of what it being of what you calling reality. when all of the period pain stay together, it comes weak brethes and trilling hand, then sques and thundering shake in head, in body. then do it, just do it, can’t plan it, can’t be purpose, it just can not. eventually, the peace only staying in giving up. give up to fight, and treasure the line, the voice on what you have seen. tears will come during that time, you are accepting the world, the world that you are really hate.
Somehow, you won’t proud of yourself.
It’s a shame.
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