Their this girl who always wonder why their is a river of tears in her eyes when someone is leaving.
She thought she was really immature or being dramatic about herself.
But the truth is, she hates the sense of leaving... it's been a trauma...
A scare that she shame for herself.
Leaving help her gained fear and sadness.
When she was young, she became too ill... She need to moved out to feel better.
But being better was far from being happy with the people she used to see everyday. Couple months past then she felt better, she got better in a thought she will be back to her home of happiness.
But those days never happened...
The hatred starts when she tried to invent a new source of happiness in a new town.
A new town that make her felt better but not happy...
Flying of uncertain words are part of her daily meal..
She cried about it most of the times that makes her hate herself deeply.
She grew up with the fire brow that never rest.
Lips that always curved like a hill,
A mind that always thought of what if and lies from the past.
A heart that never trust anyone even herself.

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HumorI wrote what i loathe. I wrote random thoughts about personal experience. I wrote mostly late night reflections about things i went on. Yes, i am insecure. Enjoy what i hate! That's all. ❤️