There are days when I feel I could climb to the third Heaven.
There are nights when I am afraid of my own voice.
There are times where I feel as if my skin is not mine.
There are dreams that can’t be followed, that lead nowhere.
There are pictures worth less than a thousand words.
There are words no pictures can do justice, like “love”.
There are lives that are rich simply by choosing to believe.
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