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So far, I know my anger and fear is still remain.
And so do a ton of garbages.
I don't know when I'll be free from them.
Only thing I know, I'm going to love them more and more
I'll give kindness and understanding to my own garbage.
Pherhaps someday my garbage may bloom like a flower
, may pure like a dew.
Someday... may it's not too long.