Darling, don't cry things heal in their own style.
I know less with regards to cherish I find out about torment since it regards me as a darling entire day,
there is something so strange with regards to torment,
it torment you more when you imagine, profess to be content, claim to grin,
imagining how cool I am around them however during night it has its own particular manner to make everything genuine,
no untruths, simply agony and you together for the entire evening,
a few of us escape,
a few of us rest,
a few of us overlook yet for a few of us there will never be a way out,
no rest and obliviousness isn't euphoria,
we live there with torment allowing it to demolish us, allowing it to obliterate us, allowing it to leave us in tears, allowing it to hurt ourselves yet for how long?
How long !? There is consistently an end even to torment, the most exceedingly awful of all and gift when it lets us be,
things set aside time,
torment takes times,
give now is the right time,
Dear, don't cry things recuperate in their own style.
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