Despite your weakness and flaws overcrowding your space, despite your tears just like petrol, it burns the agony within.....please, love.
Because despite everything, at least you can afford of building a castle on your own wound, sewing warm blanket on your own scar, chasing the bad dreams away and wish upon a star.
Love, as much as you can..even not yourself.
How much can you love, when the star bursts in fury
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