It's 3.23 a.m. actualy rite now when i start writing this. Couldn't sleep maybe due to anxiety to watch man u vs real madrid this early morning. Holla madrid!
Or maybe, its something else dat force me to stay awake..
Words proved to be the hardest thing to materialise as exactly how i want it to be. Yet, it might be seen from other kind of perspective which clearly will goes another way around. The truth is, the 'fake' one is the easiest to show up. It keep struck in my head, "did u feel the same way i felt?".. U noe, its almost be perfect everytime but its not. Its proved too cunning for me to guess it. Are u? Or did u? We been good all the time, we hav nice conversation, we do jokes, we do share.. But, sorry, i can't read ur mind or even your thought.
Both of us tend to create a gud begining, yet it is flat by the end. People says, "trying to forget the person u close to, is like trying to remember someone u never meet". You and I, we’re like day and night, which cannot be together, the only thing we split and shared is longing. You ask me why I’m always so busy and silently cry. You say didn’t mean it and that you always believe me u and everything of you that always protected me has now become longing. Alone between narrow streets in tears, in case someone sees, i secretly shed tears.
Even if you’re not next to me for a moment, i get nervous. After letting u go, i easily get blank. I hate the changing world. I forcefully take out your memories... Your name, face, laughter, scent.. There are so many memories u gave to me. There is so much soul that u left to me. They come to life and find to me, but i'll crush them all with the words..
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