Make each day count.
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I am lonely and afraid of the light, I like the starlight, I am not afraid of the dark, and I am extremely confused.
We are far away from love, but we forget to clean our hearts, and the residue slowly deteriorates. In the end, we find that loving someone means destroying our original self.
Make each day count.