I was passing that street
the one that has our placeI was passing that place and I told her
I told her about that day
I told my mom about that specific dayI think it was a big mistake
My tears fall as I told her that piece of memory
Because not only that memory that came back to me
The other memories seem like compete against each other to be remembered againAnd now I can't stop my tears
I turned my face away from her so that she couldn't see me crying
Let's just hope she didn't
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Poetry(n) Someone who fakes a smile when all they want to do is cry, dissapear and/or die She's going to fake a smile Setiap kali dia disakiti She'll pretend everything it's okay Padahal sebenarnya tidak There are so much problems in her mind that made...