I'm not even upset, hurt, or angry anymore. I'm just tired. I'm tired of putting in more effort than I receive. I'm tired of holding on for nothing. I'm tired of always having to forgive his selfishness. I'm tired of proving me wrong every time. I'm tired of getting my hopes up and being dissapointed again. Yeah, I'm dissapointed, but not surprised at all.
"Keep apologizing. You're good at it," I said as I walked away.
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All The Things That Your Heart Never Heard
PoetrySuatu hari, aku harap kamu menemukan apa yang selalu aku tulis di tengah malam, atau pukul dua dini hari, kadang pukul empat sore di bis, seringnya sih saat ingat kamu yang tidak kenal waktu. Jika hari itu tiba maka kamu perlu tahu, sebagian di anta...
