Walk Your Path
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Personal thoughts about what human always feel but choose to let it unspoken.
A constant struggle, difficulty, happiness, love life and low self esteem that would lead you to self destruction and construction. A basis thing that happen in daily life.
Yet you never ask for anything, you just want to be heard. To desperate too reach out that somehow silenceness seem to be the only way around.
p/s : sorry if you found lots of grammatical error bcs english isnt my first language :)
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