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And these shoes doesn't know where to go anymore, my mind keeps on dwindling from the imperfections that grew beneath this smile and I can't cut the roots. My mind has been too spent to write, that even J.K. Rowling couldn't cast a spell on this sadness and loneliness. Love is what I asked right now and not the kind of love where I could fall off a cliff, but a love of the self that can help me fly.
