When silence has it waves
Always drowned in confusion, wished, ,,i hope i'll never change"
But how is change defined? There is no negative or positive, neither neutral, it is there to taught us suffering in life and stand up again.
Sometimes you will be open, the other day closin', the next day happy, the other sad, angry, then you will meet up or sleep in bed, fight or make compliments.
It's a learning process and it's a space to understand filled with Plans we want to make.
Did your parents parented you that way too?
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