More often than not, I have to put up with an accusation of being someone I think I'm not, at least not all the time. No one likes to be accused, but what's worse is not being able to defend oneself. I merely ask to be understood, not fully, but at least an attempt in doing so. I'm afraid, however, it is to no avail, for it takes two hands to clap. And so, the best way out is to remain silent. Silence is sometimes the most cruel treatment, yet the most formidable defence. I have learnt.
I realised it is really easy to be happy, but just why am I not? Why must there always be that cloud on the horizon? Is it me? I tried. I really did.
I realised it is really easy to be happy, but just why am I not? Why must there always be that cloud on the horizon? Is it me? I tried. I really did.
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