there's a sting min my eyes.
The unwillingness to open up.
not to people I've know long ago.
Not wanting to be seemed as a problematic kid.
Cry alone.
hid away from the rest of the world.
And it seemed like a mockery that i'm voted one of the happiest people.
I know how that feels.
He's right.
It has got to end.
I cannot hold on to it for the rest of the life or twenty, thirty years down the road, it'll be the same.
I need to get out to see something new. Rights?
If not I can't do anything else.

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