Sunday, December 5

Past-Present

I've read something somewhere written by someone, which is similar to what I once wrote. It doesn't feel good. The joy, fun and happiness was over pouring so suddenly that everything felt so right at the moment. Too much that it hurts a lot when it stopped. I guess it is true, it takes a lifetime to build but a second to destroy. Once it's wounded, the scar is what left behind.

You were emo-ing. At a time you're warm, then you're cold.
What do you want?

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