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텐데...Timeless - 엔시티
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Day 4— it's the fourth day since I had last saw you. It's been a month since I left the Philippines.
It shocked me to see you that night, you were having fun.
A girl was beside you, one of her arms wrapped around your waist as the other hand held her drink.
You looked comfortable.
You looked fine.
As if I never existed.
Yet again, wasn't it my fault that I'm feeling this now?
I chose to leave, didn't I?
Then why is it that jealousy and envy is burning me?
Why do I feel my heart breaking?
And so I drank one bottle of alcohol.
I still thought of us.
Another bottle.
Fragments of our memories played in front of my eyes as if it was life giving me a hard slap of what I left.
Another 2 bottles.
I saw you kissing that girl passionately.
Down to the seventh bottle.
I didn't realize that a tear fell as I finished the seventh bottle. The sweet memories I had once kept, turned bitter as I thought of your name, it became you and that girl.
You and that girl kissing, is what I see.
Another 3 bottles.
My head was spinning, so was my heart.
My heart ached that whole night.
So I ran.
I ran and ran, till I reached my safe haven.
The playground in front of the apartment building I'm currently staying at.
Whenever I wanted to cry, it's where I run to.
Why did I have to see you again?
Why did I have to see your handsome face again?
Why did you have to remind me of the times we were together?
Why is life so cruel?
I regret it all.
I regret leaving you.
I wish I hadn't left you.
Then maybe I won't be hurt like this, now.
But then moments later I saw you and the girl nearing my safe haven, so I again escaped and locked myself in my apartment.
I slid down the door and cried.
And cried and cried.
And cried.
Till I ran out of tears.
It hurt so much.
It hurts that you found another girl.
It hurts that I can't blame you.
It hurts that there's nobody else to blame but myself.
I did escape the beatings and the bruises.
Yet why is it that this hurt much more than getting beat up?
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Again I cried...
