Problems are coming to me like water flowing to the sea. Even I'm at the house, problems still come to me. I don't want to live like this. Is this the problem with me or others? I don't know. I need you to talk to me. Because I know you'll comfort me. I hate you for making me cry, making me think of you, and making me to love you more and more day by day. I want you to just leave my mind.
Wake me up from this nightmare, please.
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