Time Machine

Time Machine

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Ia membuka kotak music berwarna merah muda yang sedikit lusuh, ia tersenyum teringat masa lalunya. Apakah semua itu dapat di ulang lagi? Tapi… Kapan ? Bahkan ia tidak tahu dimana sekarang laki – laki itu berada Tanpa ia sadari ia menangis, Menangis untuk orang yang bahkan mungkin sekarang tidak tahu dia ada Bahkan mungkin tidak tahu jika saat ini dia menangis untuknya Aneh? Namun disaat ia melewati masa-masa buruknya itu hadirlah lelaki yang merubah hidupnya Hidupnya menjadi lebih berwarna tetapi tak bisa di pungkiri ia masih saja memngingat masa lalu nya itu Dan masalah nya tiba-tiba bertambah dengan kondisi dan keadaan nya sendiri. Haha.. kalian boleh tertawa Tapi ketika kalian dapat menerima cinta dan kematian, Kalian harus siap menerima segalanya. Ya, walaupun itu menyakitkan.
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I scrounge around the magazine section and look past the little girl magazines that I used to read. Seventeen and teen vogue and twist all filled with that boy band. Ugh... I flip through them, laughing at what they until I get to the one direction section in Seventeen. Harry, Zayn, Louis, Liam, and Niall. Niall...I flip through it quickly and smirk at all this and put it on the shelf and start to walk away. My brain finally, some how clicks. "WOAH... WOAH WAIT WHAT?!?!" I scream and realize some little kids are in front of me. I give them a small smile at them as they scream and run the other way. I turn and run back to the magazines in a rush. I sit against the wall and pull that magazine back out again. Niall... Niall... He looks exactly like he does. How does he NOT tell me this stuff when I hang out with him? "How am I that stupid." I whisper to myself and groan and hit my head repeatedly against a wall. Maybe I can knock some sense into my own head if I do this. Nope. Still feel like an idiot. How can I be so stupid? How do I not notice this sort of thing? I mean they are all over! -------------------- Let me tell you a bit about myself. I hate one direction. I really do. But this obviously fake dyed blonde haired boy saves me from a directioner going a concert and then he asks me if I would want to go out with him?! What kind of question is that? Let me tell you about the adventure of finally picking up the broken parts of my heart and letting go of my past and moving on from the bad and onto the new. You never know who would be the one to actually save me.

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