Hear the voices of my broken heart
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Mummy, I will remember you
The sense of life is to come and go. Visualize, if I was given one moment to existent, simply a tiny amount of a single cut of my past. Even in my eyes, there is a wave of an ocean And also are tears of hope. Glooms persist, symbols of emotion remain. But still, I hope to hold that moment close until the end of time, and that moment would happen eternally last. I'd put the moment in a safe, inside my heart's habitat. I could open it when I needed, also, I would know the code. I will…
Wounds have buried behind my laugh
Such wounds to the heart will certainly never restore. It has distorted me into everything which I don't want to be. Despite it being a burst of sunshine out there, sometimes I can't find myself anymore anywhere. When you feel that loss of control, it's indispensable to emphasis what you can control, be reminiscent yourself that even when you can't control something, you have the power to decide how you will respond to the condition. Knowing what to imagine can assist you to feel less overwhelmed, more on top of things, and better equipped to form decisions. Focus on each…
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