Blow wind blow, blow away my worries.

Sometimes, my thoughts just run wild. And here I come, thinking about things that are... really confusing and intimidating. Maybe, it's cos of the imperfections, that made us perfect. No wait. No one is perfect. But she seems freaking perfect. Looks like God is... Never mind. You can't judge, by just a simple and innocent picture. You have to get to the root of the problem. Maybe, I'm just paranoid. Oh God. Why. Why must things turn out to be so complicated. I just don't get it. Sorry, but I can't be frank with you.

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