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such is true. there will always come a time where I'll hafta simmer down my anxieties and hypes - for no soul would rejoice at my triumph nor sob with me at defeat. sometimes, all I hear is my wail in pain or laughter in joy - but do you sense smth amiss? aye. there is no crowd to party or rebel with me. however, I do feel comfortable in this space away from the people - it shelters me from hurt, deceit, hypocrites and a pit-fall-to-come. that mask I flash across my face everyday is only complicating my progress towards becoming "the ideal ME". I wasnt afraid to show but the mass craves only for bubbliness. if there's anyone who would accept every poor soul to offer a listening ear and nvr breathe a word of complaint, that is an angel.
"Dont hoard the past. Dont cherish anything. Burn it." [feeling-abandoned]__Gfayth at 11:41 PM
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