i can't help it. i couldn't.
maybe i know where this depression is coming from.
everyday i try to get home as late as i can, and when i enter this place, its an empty space with no conversations.
my world is empty no matter how colourful you think it may be. because everything that happens in the day's just a facade.
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you can always choose the night as the facade instead and the day your beautiful reality.
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