It turns out that it is either white or black. It is just a naive belief that to be drunk and sober is to commit an innocent crime. The real world is only gray. I have been strong for too long and I feel tired. I want to hug the one I love and sleep deeply. There is beauty in the fierceness of the storm. I don't feel the heartache after death. Who am I in the gray space? I can't remember what happiness feels like. There is no way out. Who are you? Why are you crying for me? Dreaming about the glowing grassland. I am injured. Going back to a long time ago. I choose not to hate and walk away with peace. When I wake up, the night is still long. Hold me tightly and cry.
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