"Life is really not fair for everyone."
I remember when my mom told me that.
Long ago when she was still alive. I think I was six or seven then. I don't know, I don't remember anymore.
For I know that this would just pass.
I just thought of life when I get older.
What should I do to make it better?
I don't think it is possible to have the things you really don't want.
Just like love.
Love, what can I say right?
I don't even know how to feel it.
But then again, everything's change when I met him.
Who's that again? I don't even remember.
But I hope, one day, I can recover.
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This is a work of fiction.
