Sunday, May 24


I can't pretend like I don't care or blablabla blablabla.
I can't just say : Go find your way, get off. because we were a part.
You have your own. I know you are. I got mine too. But I miss you, really really miss you.
It doesn't matter how people look from the outside,D. It tastes the same,trust me. I don't know what were you thinking. But don't mess my plan. I just want to meet you, have a lot of conversation. Please please, I'm begging you.

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