People say the world is small and time is short. But when you're anticipating for something, the world suddenly becomes larger and time seems to stretch forever.
I need an eraser. I need liquid. I need Clorox.
What I don't need, is a permanent marker.
A fake smile pasted. For a million people out there.
Another chapter of damnation, here I come.
Goodbye.
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we are like leaves. Falling off the tree one by one. Each swaying to our own tune. This is mine.
- dumplings and pau
- You won't forget the rough times but you'll get through them
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