In the midst of traffic, the music suddenly stopped.
The sadness is speechless.
right. That's life.
He was standing in the snow, holding an arrow. There is a kind of lonely loneliness.
I remember once, imagining how my life would be and how I would be.
I paint all the good qualities. Strong and positive. All the advantages one can think of.
But over time, I've actually done very little.
I have to face everything that can happen, all types of people.
Those qualities are less and less, until they come back to a point.
my true self.
That's the who i am.
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