MOOD 1

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Seconds  to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years to decades to centuries. No matter how well he  think he lived,  his mistakes are still there. But most mistakes reveal somethings he doesn't  know. Sometimes he try to play along with those he know doesn't worth it. When he keeps playing along and  he keeps asking himself  if he is really doing the right thing and sometimes he hates   it to the last .
IT'S FOR US.

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