If thoughts could help give answers to all questions not everyone would still think such is the irony of Life. Even those who crave to be loved do they want to be loved?

How could you search for the keys to my heart and toss it away after finding it? Committing one's heart is like walking on hot coal, I know this road and it's scary.

You walked away with every sound but I'm glad you left me with silence because you helped me find words with the echoes of every thought. I used to think but now I know life is beautiful.
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