Thought I'm good enough to be strong.
Thought I could do well.
Thought everything could be well all the time.
But I'm wrong.
Could not use my perspective to see things and want how the things happen to me.
Yes. It's somehow complicated.
And tired.
Wanna cry, but still keep tears back in the eyes.
To prevent swollen eyes actually, lol.
I don't know, maybe nothing much in the world could motivate me, anymore.
Conclusion, old already.
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