I was passing that street
the one that has our place
I was passing that place and I told her
I told her about that day
I told my mom about that specific day
I 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 again
And 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...
