I really wish that all those wishes that I have wished upon each and every one of the stars sparkling in the night sky will come true on my 18th birthday. The harshness of reality is just too much to bear. At least if it's a dream. If it's a nightmare, I still can wake up from it and find myself somewhere where I can be comforted.
What should I do? Without words, you gave me your love. Without words, you took my love. Without words, you left me.
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