One day

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I find I can never pour anything out.Why is it so?There is this knot which unables me to tell my truth to another.
Every idea I have is made up but not what I invent.Every desire I have is not what I want.I cannot truly be,I cannot exist,why am I fated for unknown eternity?

I have so many secrets and locked rooms that not even I can open.

I guess I am made to be liquid.I guess I should stop trying to freeze my heart and mind on one thing.

Maybe one day I will be able to be true to myself.

Maybe one day,all this pain will swim away.

Maybe one day I will be able to love.

Maybe one day I will exist for someone and they won't condemn me.

Maybe that day will never come,but maybe I will be comfortable with this cold,bitter river that I am.

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