Sometimes life is shit. Even though I know I was lying in absolute happiness. When I was at home, I always longed for something adventurous. When wondering in the world, I miss some of where I was from. Trying to be mature and positive since I'm an adult and feel the responsibility. The dark side is succumbed more and more. Does this build up a round me and subsequently cut myself? My personality might be reducing and bleeding. Salut ciel, I want you so much but I am scared by the height.
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