what is the meaning of this... of life in general? Is everything we do ever taken seriously? I dont think so.. as far as I remember my child memories everything stayed blury, i remember the fights, the screaming, the crying. But anything else? Not really of course I remember my friends..
Dream, George, everyone... I remember when I was 13/14, that I could cry for hours.. fear of being screamed at. All I can think of when I hear childhood, is the dark path I could be following...
But will I ever be enough...?
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