I hate revealing my secrets to people. But sometimes it's necessary.
Many things depress me, but depression never makes me cry. Only happiness does. Only when I see sincere goodness in another human being. Only then. Happiness is the only type of pain with the power to make me cry.
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| Don't mourn the morning. Another one will come. |
Wanna know the funny thing about darkness?
It is always, always something's shadow.
I came to this conclusion at the age of 16, and ended up writing a novel named Flesh. If you don't want to read it, you can simply ponder on this question.
