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Growing up is realizing that not all efforts will be reciprocated.

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The Moon is beautiful, isn't it? But I prefer Sunsets.

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If life is a contiuous suffering, then I'd rather meet my ending.
(Don't take this seriously, this is just an old thought of mine. The world is beautiful to live in.)

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I wish I was a bandage that covers the wounds of your heart but I'm nothing but a knife that slices it open.

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There was sadness in your eyes, yet I failed to notice. Your face lingers vividly in my mind. Beneath those soft smile lies a hint of sorrow. If only I realized it back then. Maybe I could have done something to appease your pain. If only I was perceptive enough to see through the window to your soul. Then maybe by now those tears will not overflow.

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Shakespeare once said, "Laughing faces do not mean there is an absence of sorrow! But it means they have the ability to deal with it." Hence, I will carry on with putting up a happy, jolly, and care-free facade until it becomes genuine.

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There are times where I just want to wallow in melody and dispel the outside noise that surrounds me.