翅膀硬了 就想飛what happens to us when we grow older? why can't we remain innocent (as opposed to naive) and nice (its such a blah word i know)? why do we have to look through coloured glasses? why do we have to care what others think? as we get more exposed to society, we inevitably conform whilst struggling for individuality. and in an attempt to protect ourselves, we gain facades.
will the real you please stand up?
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