Tired eyes coming from my therapy. Yap of mine that it will still be me even when all i ask for the entire life was to be free. Repetition of confession in what in my mind see. Still trying to believe that I can conquer this and be silly. But I'm scared that I can slowly see them in their lips that they are forced by me to be smiley. Overall world in my sight, I think I just learn too much with everything, anything, and nothing to the point that I cannot go back to the way I am glee.
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