11 pm, coming to midnight and i still awake. What is my dream doing this time ? My dream, i am missing you. My days passed so hard, i just need his hug. I lost words ...
I want have something as being my own. If one person, some people or world ignore, neglect, hurt, and break me I will be always have place to heal myself. Writing is homage and sanctuary. It will give me a chance to rest before face the mean world
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