When I think of an internal trouble I think I can not survive. I open up the most vocal songs and get close to the place where the sound is spreading, the sound of the music is the last sound, I don't want to hear anything else. As if you want to get into the music player, you want your words to enter into the song, to integrate, to feel with all my senses.
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I draw my legs to my belly, out of desperation. Only then will I let my tears flow. So I listen and listen to the place where the sound is spread. When I no longer have the age of flowing, I will get up again.
I think my mom and sister know that. You brighten up, I love you. Come on, fire the iron on me. One day it opens, it doesn't open the door when it hits the sun.
If he can write such words, I think the world is still a place worth living. All of these emotions are real, they should suffer until I get soaked, I shouldn't put my feelings under the pillow. Pain is true happiness, if he can live out of them, there is hope for me.
It's a good thing you didn't? What if you didn't support me? What if you didn't get it back?
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Whenever you feel so deeply, you don't think you're sorry.
For all the words I can't speak for.
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