Summer Olympics, Rome 1960.
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I choose insomnia tonight.
You thought you were thinking about future, but actually you are just thinking about someone.
They won’t understand anyway, why bother talking about it. Just pretend I’m happy. No backstory.
People keep secrets for a reason. I thought I crave for honesty, but I’m not. I just want to believe that my world is pure and pretend everything is ok.
the conflicts between identities.
who you think you are
who your best friends think you are
who they think you are
who you appear to be
who you really are
who you want to be
“She was like the moon—part of her was always hidden away.”
The fall weather makes me feel so sad and comfortable.
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