So then, it began that way. Now it should end that way too. Just pretend to carry on, this is the final thunder.
:) I don't know if there's any word in the dictionary or the english language that can express what I feel now. Like life and death, happiness and misery are related along the same fine line. It's that... fine.
That masquerade of joy should crack and fall off any time now.. what a flurry of feelings. Are sweet sixteens like that?
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