How can you trust a man who's scared of facing the consequences of his actions? One who sits in his emotions trying not to understand even the simplest of notions.

When the pain was done with me I had to face myself, and when memories became my harmony I had to check myself. No level of thought can change the inevitable so it's okay to live without rules.

What we call love is just an addiction, an obsession to form and the attention that fills different voids. Now I see clearly because I woke up early, there's nothing as beautiful as Being at Peace.
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