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I have no one... No one to share... My Music. I only have... My pain... And a ghost in my soul. Tormented... alone.

I just can't stop thinking! It's a curse. All these voices, and the whispers in my head. I can't stop thinking. All this sorrow, the remorse and the doubt. The doubt, that's what the whispers are all about. And then comes anger, raging out until defeated by the fear. And then again, whispers of the doubt and I see your faces, start feeling brave again, for I must be, until you learn how to fly like I used to be. If only I could stop thinking for a while.

‘Unable to perceive the shape of you,  I find you all around me.  Your presence fills my eyes with your love.  It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.’ Guillermo Del Toro’s  “ The Shape of Water. ”