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Yes, Its in You ..

Will you believe me if say , there is still a child in you ?




 

 









I know that there’s still a child in whether you express or cover but in certain sphere you come to meet yourself and you even question yourself like,

“What am I doing ?”
Don’t let it break , let the child stay , dont make it go away just because the world will judge you or people will talk ,
let it live because none cares what you do ,
what you’ve been through , and those who cares preserve them and believe me they care about you they are not wrong ,
perhaps if they are wrong you will realize soon or before just don’t disbalance you’re love towards yourself . Try to understand yourself, know and love yourself first .
You deserve to be adored . If you’re 60 and you still like chocolates ,say it ! have it .

If you’re a hot shot older guy interested in makeups or quite nerder for toys and older to be intrested in games , stuffs , etc .

JUST GO DUDE !
DO WHATEVER YOU MISSED EARLIER ,
YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO DO SO ,
YOU DESERVE TO LIVE AS YOU WISH TO !
WHAT DO YOU, MISS, THE MOST THE MOST FROM YOUR OLD TIMES OF LIFE ?

-Trisha Raha 



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