Like all other girls, I like playing dress ups.
But sometimes I despise how I look.
And sometimes I am frustrated by how I couldn't always stay calm and controlled.
I also don't like the fact that I could laugh at the tiniest details.
But I can't change that, can I?
Or maybe I was just not determined to change it?
Sometimes, I need a cover-up, because along the way, I might have lost half of my courage to improvise. You will never take a leap, if you never want to lose your fist.
I don't know what's going on, but I need a breakthrough. Or I'll be consumed until I'm left with nothing.
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