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I fail to understand a few things. I even, at times, close my mind from matters I never want to face. I get depressed. I mess up when I can't manage everything coming by. I cry when I can't help myself anymore. I mourn. I become sad. I try to transform my emotions into something else, just to forget. I lie. I make mistakes. I get jealous and  upset. I sometimes feel like a toy being dumped. I get hurt. But still, I choose to exist, just because . . . I love.