There is no wonderland in the world.
Sometimes I proud of myself because of my creative imagination,
in parallel, I hate myself because of it.
When I believe something is true,
I make it become truth.
After, I got hurt by the repercussion because
I couldn't understand why things happened in the way
I haven't expected.
What can I trust?
The complex human relationship
and something so called friendship
is the things I can't never understand
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