I make myself vulnerable.
I become hyper, I become a lil' bit sad. And it worsen.
I going through things, and it make me think, I'm not that good. So maybe, I actually don't deserve.
I guess I'm going the same process again.
Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snow, Lies a seed, that with the sun's love, in the spring becomes a rose
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