Farther and confused.

Between reality and fantasy , among the fact or fiction .

Everything happens for a reason. 

Over lies, find a truth; finally fall into the abyss. A seemingly incomprehensible things, can not withstand the seedlings will eventually burn a fire spreading forces overlapping sheets of white paper. Ashes are no principles of things, waiting to be dispersed by the wind of destiny. Since a lot of things happened, misunderstood, distorted deterioration refute just useless in excess of reflex action; burned by fire last but clouds of confetti .

I'm only responsible for what I say not for what you understand. 

Some things when you choose not to escape, to get rid of some of the down and out embarrassing predicament; realized that the most difficult is not their own willpower, but the exclusion of external factors. Found that the wind like a wind measurement instrument changed direction; a time, who do not know who is in change, or just something not in accordance with their own conscious life Bale. I have not changed, just forced aside a lot of unnecessary trouble, to see everything light, when the malicious joke entertain themselves; much time you laugh, there is no time to torture myself; at best organize your thoughts .

Everything that kills me make me feel alive. 
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Wanted to accomplish a great satisfaction force achievements, but always there is beyond their grasp obstruction. Maybe Leo themselves as too high, can not meet even got their own thing will surely be self-inflicted feel empty; contrary to their own satisfaction works not sure it will immediately lose their self-confidence. Dedication and acceptance between the views, never have caught a balance. Dry a rewarding achievement, never just to express themselves, but in order to prove to themselves that can go far.

YOLO!