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breakaway
Let's break away.
sometimes i wish.
Saturday, April 11, 2009 // 14:46

It hurts.
Really does.
I'm guilty for all those stuff I've done.
But I can't do it, I can't.

I can't even cry because of that.
Like I'm some heartless person.
Maybe I'm really like that.
I should just carry on like that.

At least.
When hatred comes,
I'll be prepared.

I remember.
When you are always by my side.
I remember.
When you always tell me not to cry.
I remember.
When you always talk to me when I feel bad.
I remember.
When you are there when no one else is.
I remember.
When you told me I'll be all right, don't worry.
I remember.
When you got so excited when it was my birthday.
I remember.
When you felt so bad when I cried the first time for you.
I remember.
When you said I was kind.
I remember.
How good you treated me.

I'm such a bitch.


I will apologise.
I will make you forgive me.
I will be your friend again.

No matter what.