Sometimes, I retreat a little further into myself. And the world hardly sees the movement. It’s just as well. I don’t care about the world because I’m strong and sensible and rational. When I cry, I laugh instead. The world doesn’t need to know my sorrows. It’s not the world’s to bear. You see, we’re friends, the world and I, and my problems are not all that big.

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2 responses to “

  1. *offers fat shoulder*

    Tears echo deeply in the well springs of life in this world.

    Its ripples affect everyone.

  2. *drenches shoulder with tears* haha no la but thank you friend (:

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