le bonheur n'existe pas. L'amour est impossible. Rien n'est grave.
Beschrijving:
I think that's what I find most strange about this world
is that nobody ever says how they feel.
They hurt, but they don't cry out.
They're happy, but they don't dance or jump around.
And they're angry but they hardly ever scream.
Because they feel ashamed.
Nothing's worse than that.
So we all walk around with our heads
looking down and never look up and
see how beautiful the sky is.
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