There's this kind of strange thing that usually happen when i get down the valley.
I'm like confuse whether revealing it is the best thing or not
There's this king of thing that usually happen,
when i go down the valley.
There's is person i usually meet when i go down the valley.
There's this thing is usually do when i go down the valley,
I'm afraid to reveal it, but hope that i find someone in which,
i will reveal it to.
This valley is indeed a valley and i find it very difficult going there,
But, i have no choice because that's where my happiness comes from.
Did i just say happiness?
Happiness indeed, i won't be going there any more.
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