Chain-Reaction
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Last published Sun, Oct 15, 2017
"I still miss them." I mumble to myself.
"Do I deserve to see 'em again?" I whisper under my breath.
I hear myself breathing roughly. I commence to sob softly.
After some time, I try to cope up with myself.
"I think I should get used to this."
I look at the empty room. I feel so alone.
I didn't know how it's like to be like a loner...
1800 kilometres away from me:
"I miss them a lot."She mumbles.
"I miss them a lot."He mumbles.
"I miss them a lot."She mumbles.
I wonder:
What if everyone feel the same as me? Or
What if no one really cared about me?
Is this gonna be a Chain-Reaction or an "I don't care" situation?
The question hovers over my head all the time.
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