I hate this part right here.
I don't take it dramatically. I'm so done. Just got home. Drove alone. Took a shower. Locked inside being so blue. And here I am. Watching the blue fades into gray.
I hate this part right here.
Have you ever been in love with some people whom you guess they gave in return? Yes, I say not for one person, nor a couple. I mean so, people.
Stop grieving. I don't give a shit.
I don't take it dramatically. I'm so done. Just got home. Drove alone. Took a shower. Locked inside being so blue. And here I am. Watching the blue fades into gray.
I hate this part right here.
Have you ever been in love with some people whom you guess they gave in return? Yes, I say not for one person, nor a couple. I mean so, people.
Stop grieving. I don't give a shit.
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I hate this part right here.
Senior high syndrome; bitter and sweet. First year; freshmen never hit a break, don't they? Second one; too many wavy track I need to take it flat. Hoping my 17th come faster. I'm over sick, further tired.
I hate this part right here.
Waiting for reply text from my friend. I have been always crying by his shoulder, anytime. Counting on him for so long, for more I see since he opened me. But now, I don't even know where the hell he is.
I hate this part right here.
Stop crying. Stop typing.
Take Geography text book.
I hate this part right here.
Senior high syndrome; bitter and sweet. First year; freshmen never hit a break, don't they? Second one; too many wavy track I need to take it flat. Hoping my 17th come faster. I'm over sick, further tired.
I hate this part right here.
Waiting for reply text from my friend. I have been always crying by his shoulder, anytime. Counting on him for so long, for more I see since he opened me. But now, I don't even know where the hell he is.
I hate this part right here.
Stop crying. Stop typing.
Take Geography text book.
