I make my smile wide even when I am this broken. I hide my pain through paints because nobody wants to share my pain. But they envy my laughter.

When I was a child I had a best friend who lived across the road from me. When her mother died unexpectedly it was like losing a member of my own family. I think I am still affected by the memory of that loss.

Can you make allowances for someone’s faults because of your love? — Francine Duckworth

When you're a kid, getting lost isn't just an event or a situation, it's like a career move. You get this thrill of anxiety and fear and a feeling that you've done something that can never be undone.

Written By Ryū Murakami

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