The wind blew the ashes with my memories remain.
It has never been so real before.
Words with humiliation cut through the innocence and left nothing but grudge.
That time, we were young. Now I can't let go and there is no future.
The story continues with me standing here alone. I manage to breathe and stay alive and I saw my palm left with the scars. I see you walking away but I did not call you. I don't want to.
I told you I don't mind staying here alone. Go ahead with your endeavors. Find me again when you need someone.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
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