There’s thing in life i wanted to talk about, but i learn that voicing it out of my head might not be a good thing to do.
In word, i’m trap on my own way of thinking, i can’t break trough it. I understand it, i seen it, but i can’t tell.
The mind play a lot of role on deciding what and when to tell. I want people to know but i don’t, i want people to see but i don’t.
I am lonesome for something or someone that i can trust, believe and understand.
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