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Apr 2020
As a kid, I would always be by the window, looking up to the sky.
Genuine happiness is felt as I see it filled with clouds and birds flying.
But sometimes, the sky I see is gray, empty and dead.
Sometimes, the sky is crying and angry.
But, it doesn't change.
The sky is still a sky.
The sky is still heaven.
It's what we look up to and dream of reaching.

Aren't you a sky as well?
Sometimes, you feel butterflies in your stomach.
Sometimes, you laugh so much, you could die.
But there are times that you'll lose interest
in people, in life and even in yourself.
Sometimes, you'd think of ending it all.
But remember, that if the sky is still a sky
despite the changing moods and no matter how hard it is to accept.
You may be lost at some point
but you are still you.
P.S love yourselves extra more today!
ALEX
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ALEX  18/F/Earth
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