But let's just keep it a secret.
Can't bear the difference between the thought and the done.
I couldn't even think such a happiness can be cut out,
or that they'll grow without talking about it.
The need and the will take their place in my mind.
Can't concentrate enough to crush them.
I would have never believed I will be the one to think so,
so freely, so totally.
I made it and they will never be able to see it, not with their narrowed eyes,
not with their blindness.
Grief is calling again.
keep repeating the 'musn't die' thing,
I don't know how long it's going to take till I stop.
How could you be so heartless?
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