I don't like entering the white room again. Because everytime i enter, i might or might not get blind. When my eye hurt,i'll be scared of it. But that's what i though of when i was a kid.
The past do come back and haunt you. It will come back,it's just the matter of when.
And i'm waiting for it.When it comes back,i'm ready i guess.
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