Prologue: People think that I have a hard and cold heart just similar to ice, but they do not realize that it's my heart that will be an ailment for their future burns.
Theory: People can understand you but only you know yourself.
My eyes are red,tired and swollen from the lack of care, love and esteem.
I don't want a break but a long rest for my heart. It is tired because of the continuous pressure. It's not my eyes needing sleep, it's my brain which is burning with ideas and thoughts. Nature is acting as tinder fuel to the fire. The butterflies in my stomach have burnt wings. My hands are bleeding from the fight with life. I will fight and follow it till death hit. Death is always stronger than life, protecting each being because it always wins.
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