E ceva timp de când n-am mai privit în mine. Frică? Pedeapsă? Vindecare?
The wish to fly subsiding in your arms.
Yet, there have been so many "you"s in my life; how can I know you are the one? Does the one even exist? How long is temporary? Life is temporary.
Happiness is relative.
I am happy.
I am happy.
I am relative.
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