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"Why can't I be the same as everyone else?"

Iza cried and talked in her dream last night.

Every word was so clear.

Don't know what's happened in her dream.

I think she hurts...

These words,

I only yell in my heart,

never divulge.

This is the little secret buried deep in the bottom of my (our) soul.

Because,

we know that we are embraced with blessings.