ok, fak it.
sometimes rasa tiring and sad to be me.
no one to manja wit.
no one to really talk to.
no one to try to understand.
u people think i am strong and i am able to take everything and keep 'em in my heart and bring 'em everywhere.
i am not! and soon, very soon, i will fall and cry and maybe shattered all over d bloody place. if only its ok to cry. if only its not a crime to cry anywhere i want. i didn't ask much. just to understand me.
♥our lips must always be sealed
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