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But to lose all my senses...
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"That is just so typically me.

You see my problem is this:
I'm dreaming away

Can't you see I'm a fool
In so many ways"

It's my right. To be this way, to feel like this, to make this decision. You can say what you like: that I'm dreaming, that I'm a fool that I've lost my senses.
I'm not doing this because I want to fight you. I'm doing this because I know I want to. And I should do what I want.

Ergo, its not about you. Its just about me and the rest of my life.

I've made up my mind.

On a sidenote, thank you. For telling me to always live with courage. Even if it means others call me a fool.


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