H O M E . C O N C E P T U A L . P E O P L E . N A T U R E . P U B L I C A T I O N S . D I A R Y . L I V E E V E N T S . C O U R S E . A B O U T
life becomes so real when it's touched by sorrow, by loss.
memories become so sharp and they cut deeper as the life goes on and the past looks so afar.
loneliness is the root, is the way and nothing and nothing would make it
different than what it is. escape is not a solution, no matter what others say,
depression is always within and rejection is always the reason.
i dwell in your cold rooms
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when i was a boy
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how many years to wait
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