Why do I wake up reluctantly to live another day? Does it mean I'm scared to face another day or am I more happy in the nothingness in sleep? Why does everything feels so bad sometimes, even when things are so right and when you really should be happy?
It just feels empty, this world, I dun see any more colours. As years start to pass by, the colours start to fade, and the dark reality and ugly truth starts to reveal itself.. Its skin that had peeled off was so real and perfect in human eyes.. it really was so real..
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