'am i okay?'
that's the question i have been mentally asking to myself.
though the question does not haunt me,
it sure does pop suddenly when i hit a track of thoughts.
in the middle of my casual lunch with yoongi,
or when i lost myself in yoongi's eyes as we converse,
my mind would stop for a while and repeating those words like mantra.
'i am okay, i guess.'
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The Subtle Arts of Moving On
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