they are like my anotomy that i was once giving up on them. and suddenly we are just getting too clingy. crazy mucho. and suddenly i am telling all of them about my ups and my downs, and so they are.
sometimes, i felt like my heart is on display, but noone could reach there, because it is surrounded by fences.
i used to think and i am the darkest and the most heartless. and perhaps broken. on the other side of the world i found someone else.
and most of the people with heartbroken histories, they were so happy right now, though they were still alone.
sometimes we chose the unhappiness. though we see the unhappiness grew up around us. but we want to give a try and make a different. cause everyone did so.
“Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.” - Emily Dickinson
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