Nobody knows the trouble you’ve seen, the darkness you’ve gone through, and how many times you held your tears and were on the edge. Nobody knows how many times you wanted to scream from happiness. Nobody knows what thoughts passed your mind when you’re lying down in your bed in a fetal position. Nobody knows who are you when no one’s watching. Nobody knows what’s real and what’s an illusion. Nobody knows what’s good and what's bad, what’s black and what’s white, what’s right and what’s wrong. Nobody knows where we come from, and where we’re going. Nobody knows how you felt inside, unless you told them, not knowing yourself if that was really what you felt, or what you think you felt. Nobody knows anything, but I, knowing nothing, I am not ashamed. Because nobody knows…

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