I believe..
Silence is always the loudest growl one can make.
And bad hair day is the worst thing can happen on a date.
I know..
Not because two people argue means they do not love each other.
I feel..
The rush each time our worlds collide.
It is like being a child once more.
Loved despite being bullied.
We cry, then laugh at our own mistakes
Often we wish for a better world
but always being aroused by its peculiarity.
Sometimes we want to run away and hide
But always end up coming back to the place where we were wounded.
It’s not a perfect world,
This is not a fairytale,
It is okay, we are fine.
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