Locked by the seal of pride and shame. Play pretend maintain
self-esteem. But the truth is in it a coward. Fear of the words. The
motivation of the round is considered as discordant voices. Only the
wind is blowing for a while. But the truth is the storm that wiped out
the real identity. Hiding behind the darkness. The dark side over the
heart. Without sound without action. Only the feeling that talking.