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I’m keeping myself off from the many forms of social media and this is the only thing that I left for myself.
          	
          	I am currently reading books, because I realized that I just couldn’t drop everything so suddenly and go into exile. So, there.

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Insisting to laugh at my drowning humor, you stare at me, keeping your contact. 
          
          I could clearly remember the day when the night seem to hide all of its star when I met you. I didn't notice you were pale, and that were both sharing our deepest stories. Only the thought flushes tonight, when I could no longer tell what I am capable to let you know. If I could remember pretty well, I screamed. Loud. Then again, louder, for the city to hear although everyone have fallen asleep.
          
          You said it was a chance that we shouldn't taken granted of. So, the lost am I, screamed that night as if everything between the breath catered falling into the chasm that is inevitable to survive: pain. As if an alcohol had gotten into my throat, I continued screaming. I did not heard a single thing from you--sitting beside me, you were in complete silence as if giving the whole night for me.
          
          I was crying; when all the suppress emotions came out, you smiled. You did not leave, instead you told me to continue. That letting your scars to bleed will let you live.
          
          The silence came in the form of you that night as you listened. And maybe, that night, all you wanted was assurance in the form of a stranger, who may be your reflection.
          
          Me.