The hurtful feeling when other people used you as a reason to argue with other.
Tears flow down my cheeks without noticing.
Regret about my stupidity and for crying for someone who doesn't worth it.
Mood brighten up with the sound of harmonica and meeting my old good friend.
Smile truthfully after such a long time.
Sometimes taking a step backward mark the start of moving on.
Finally able to look at his face and confidently waves a goodbye,
Telling him that he is just a part of my past.
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My Story, My Life
De TodoMy little diary. (interactive blog - diary) A book that contain all of my feeling, interest, what I see and experience, in other words, my life. Recorded every little thing that happen to me. Based on per day view.
