On the middle of the dark forest, there it hid. The complexion of a rapture beauty, the complexion of the hidden darkness on our heart, body and soul. The complexion lying beneath the kindness people see to us and forgiveness we gave to them. The dark complexion that was hidden beneath the good thing we have, beneath the simple things we do was a strange effect of the things that pollute our own mind, heart and even body. Its our innermost side that was unknown in the public but, was already known by our close friends, and specially family. They are the one who really known us for so long, they memorized us from head to foot, they are always the pillows we can hug when we fell in love, the desk we can lean on every time we have had our problems, they are the catcher of our ignorance and guilty on the world. They are the one who can answer the question of our existence, the question of the dark complexion....
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