We are changing, continuosly. Now I clearly see when I look back to the past, how we were different...
The question is why. Why we deny that we are changed and keep believing we are same...
I'm growing older and older... Now I'm 20 years old... Is childhood beyond my grasp now?
But, for a certainty, I loved so many people, yet cared of them too much. However, I don't regret that. Instead, it is more appropriate to accept and embrace my mistakes and take a step ahead. If I'd never made a single mistake, I wouldn't be here, part of the plan I believe...
It is also a question that, who am I writing for? Does anyone read my crazy-talk? If there any, are they able to understand these sentences which corrupted by my puny english knowledge...
Am I alone? Am I all alone in the whole world?
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