I scream
I flip the table
I cut my hair
I cryNone of it heard by you. None of it matters to you. None of it makes you come back. None of it make "us" be "us" anymore.

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Rawak"Age is just number right?" he asked. "Perhaps" "You seems not agree. Why so?" again. "It might be number. By that, i mean the age itself. The memories on it, well... it last"
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I scream
I flip the table
I cut my hair
I cryNone of it heard by you. None of it matters to you. None of it makes you come back. None of it make "us" be "us" anymore.