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There is a date, curved in my heart.
It is a date, when I stop believing.

I suspected, I cried, I screamed.
It was nothing now, but it is just the surface.

Deep down my heart, I guess I never back to normal.
I can't stop being paranoid until I found one thing.

A proof.

It was 27th July 2010.

I need an inspector on that day. I need a time traveler.

I need to stop this insecurity.

It seems impossible. I stuck. I am suffocating.

... and he seems no care.