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Sleeping through storm, what else could I wish for!

I won't wake up, not until the knock is on my door.

If my eyes could speak about what they see, there'll be tears everywhere.

To think of a person as just flesh and bones shall be declared criminal now

If you pick my personal diary, it's a collection of poetry. In this way my thoughts remain safe from people who cannot understand me.

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