我哭了。
确更难受。
Define strong.
Define weak.
Define best.
& define bad.
What don't breaks me, makes me strong.
& what makes me strong makes me weak.
The stronger I get, the more scary I became.
The stronger I get, the more I contained in.
When when the tank overloads & start bursting,
I became a mess.
So this is what they call finding your identity?
So this is what they call independant?
Nothing seems simple anymore.
Cause the world only get complicated each day,
With motives, traps & lies.
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