Why I can predict the outcome of the others, but why I can't I predict things for myself. Sometimes it's so uncomfortable to live everything by yourself. It's sucha pinch, the minute I walked forward to my mum's grave, I always feel pain that I feel like crying infront of her. Thus, I hold it back. Did I really stay happy for the past seven years?
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