it's gonna take some time, seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years
. . .
I am not so cheerful like everyone thinks. There are days I dread, the unexpected things I would do next. It's pretty scary, sometimes I fear the worse. And yet expect it with my open arms. Like how much I deserved it.
I do not know how to cry alone. I do not know what does this means.
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isn't it scary when you look into human thoughts, about how much secrets they harbor?