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| I could not let my loved ones know about my whereabouts as to see me and to think of me is to bring on blood and flesh in their happy life. I still can see happy people through my forlorn eyes but the happiness that I see burns me alive so I divert my glance on something imaginary, a world where I can undo my erroneous past. A past which still imprisons me, silencing my freedom of thought and the so.... |
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