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reality scares me, because I'm not that strong. Everything I've done turned out to be wrong. But I won't fall even if I'm weak - even because of my tears I can barely speak. Now I'm the quietest person in this loudly world - everything I want to say was already told. But I'm fine - my imagination is now my medication. I'll dissapear happy with pretty big smile and my stories will stay only in your hearts.
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