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Before, I used to have lots of dreams. If anything changes I can always have other choices, I can always enjoy whatever I do.

Everything is fun, as long I enjoy it. But now, it's different. I lost the enjoyment, I lost the desire. Everything is dry, and bland.

The taste, I don't know what the taste anymore. Things start to get tiring and draining. I wonder since when this heart slowly dry up? Since when I lost the will of feeling alive?

Even a bit of happiness, surely turns to sorrows. Even a moment of peace turns to anxiousness. Everything turns in a short time.

But then, I'm still alive and breathing. So every piece of these, I'll take it and carry it on.

I need to be strong and stronger. To fight it, I need to. But then again, too much of force breaking myself more.

Slowly stands on these feet again, with my tired heart. I have you all, even though you all have your own life. Everyone stills give me the energy, a small push to make me steps forward. I'm very grateful, thank you.

Thank you for staying by my side, even for a little while. It's meant a lot.

Fighting alone isn't easy, or good. Sometimes, I really want to reach out for help. But sometimes it doesn't feel right. But having a small company. A short moment together, it's heal me up.

It doesn't necessarily need to be all the time or along the way. Because this self too seclusion itself from people.