I had a deeply-rooted fear of concealed trouble that could inflict seasons of gloom and silence, depression welcomed by growing happiness. We must be for ourselves in the long run - justly selfish.

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I had a deeply-rooted fear of concealed trouble that could inflict seasons of gloom and silence, depression welcomed by growing happiness. We must be for ourselves in the long run - justly selfish.