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Sometimes I didn’t say anything or didn’t show my emotions,
but which don’t mean I don’t feel anything.

There are things I choose not to explain, since I do not want to hurt my friends.
If my silence was described as I confess all my sins quietly, you’re wrong.
But if others can be soothed by mistaking my deeds, fine, just let it be.

I do feel anger, but I still refuse to react.
That’s all.