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Her departure left a gaping hole in my heart.. 
We seemed distant.
I couldn't stand for more than two seconds just to sit next to her, 
let alone looked in those bloodshot eyes.
We once so close, inseparable. Like two sides of the same coin. 
Now everything has changed.


Living in the same house with a person whom you have a -fuck you but love you- relationship is frustrating. 
What should I do? Or more importantly, where should I hide?
Maybe I shouldn't hide at all..


Override the problems we shared, maybe we should forget who's right and who's wrong
Forgive each other and forget about it
...
How words easier said than done


She hurts me that much until a question popped in my mind,
is this the same person who gave birth to me twenty-four years ago?


They said, everyone makes mistake.
I replied, it was unforgivable. 


A broken mirror can be fix, but you will always see the crack 
My destructive side has grown a mile wide
I once asked for a quick death. 
But the reflection of my precious ones stopped me.
Why sacrifice three persons, instead of one?


She laughed behind me, while I shed a tear for her.
And I questioned myself again, 
are you the same person who gave birth to me twenty-four years ago?









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