The only person you know everything about him...
the only person that you know how exactly he feels...,
yourselfs,
in reality,
we don't know everything about us,
we don't know our full potential,
our full pain,
our real monster hiding in the darkness of our hearts,
we haven't discover all of our skills.
That's why time exists...,
to know ourselfs.
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