Like dominoes falling on one another, which requires help to stand up again. The chirping of the birds is still loud during the day and the gusts of the wind seem to add a brighter nuance to the this moment. If a normal person would feel comfortable having time to own. But no, no, do not be like this. It's been too much time alone. If other people see me like normal people. In contrast to what I feel, visible, and think. Those who know me feel my life is good, there is nothing to worry about. They do not know because I'm just telling you about my happy, funny and sad life, but just as sad as a normal person. It is not a tremendous sad thing that only the self perceives. If they tell me about their life I listen and hold back a little smile as if "Hey, I've experienced it, even worse than your suffering." In my heart I wonder if I better tell all this I feel? Like them? But how is the response? I was afraid, they became pity for me and pity only in front of me. Slowly away because I knew the truth. I choose silence, and only hear those who are sad to cry as if their life is very sad. Because of that I thought it would be better for me to share my sweet story and make them jealous. They do not need to tell me bitter story, they need my beautiful story so they think "When can I be like her?"537Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡra5891h8ki
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