...And whatever it was. My silly. My cry. My rock. My Sword. My Pen. My Anger. My defense. My pride. My question. My fear. My try. My fail. My fall. My rise. My word...My run. My crawl. My advance. My retreat. My music. My bad poetry...My stupid. My stubborn... I was always about the love. • apa 
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