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Our weaknesses are like an open wound, the more we cover it up, the better it is for us.
A momentary madness is sufficient, to destroy years of fruitful relationship.
The chirping of a bird in a cage might be melodious to your ears; but who knows it might just be
Sorrow breathes life into soulful music.
Who am I? A forgotten past, A Struggling present, An unknown future.
