I was 22.
You know,
the MCO ended.
I thought I would be free.
Trying to mingle myself with others.
Trying to leave you behind,
as a past.
Though the you in my head disagree.
You still haunted me everywhere I went.
Everything I saw, everything I heard,
it all reminded me of you.
I wondered to myself.
Will there be a day,
where I am free from your hold?
Will there be a day,
where I don't have to think about you anymore?
Will there be a day,
where I can live my life without being haunted by the thought of you?
But all those were left as a question mark.
