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Apr 2016
It is time...

To show your real heart which you have tried to mask in a stone.
Your heart -- pure and real -- to be shown, strive to be real in constant;
even every after heartbreaks and downfall.

Now, let the world bowed down to its knees, and let its ears be deaf as an applause will be dropped off.

Time has been set:
In seconds in each day in a week, in a month, in each year you're still living.

Did you hear the director's queue? My Dear God,
He said, "Curtains' Up!"
Don't play child, just act real.
We're ready.
CeriseRed
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CeriseRed  23/F/Philippines
(23/F/Philippines)   
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