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"One day when you see my face by day, not under the moonlight but face to face. When you say, i will say: Und mir, du."


Does it matter? One day we are gone; Whatever that is on earth only matters to those that are still here.

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My heart, if i can say i own it, just broke into a million pieces. 

Is that even possible? I used to think.

When i read them in books, 

In poetrys, 

In the things i see. 

And then, it happened. 

For that to happen, you have to try your best,

To go through even when you are not at your best.

To fall and break multiple times before the previous injury can recover. 

Is like your mind gives you the illusion that you are on regen _ but you are not. 

And then, it happens. 

I honestly thought someone, or somebody out there, 

Would want to walk my path with me, 

Like im talking about human. 

But i guess, im just weird afterall. 

And all these while, no one is willing to get hurt together with me so i can pull through. 

Get dirty together and so i can survive, even if it means going into the quick sand and pushing me out first and then grab some vine and pull him or herself out. 

Or like, die together at the best. 

Just as long as we are together. 

But no. Sadly i have found no one as such. 

Maybe i will be questioned, in this manner.. 

Will you be able to do it.. 

Honestly, i have already done so. And i chose to push people out of their quick sand. 

I mean, for those i really loved. 

And i got into trouble myself. But well im still surviving. 

But because im of such, i guess i had the expectation that out there, there could be someone who functions similar to me. 

Or maybe love me enough to do so. 

And that maybe.. that we could love so deeply. 

But no. Everyone is just mercenary. 

Yep. 

All i gotta say. 

Is my heart just lost hope on that. 

And now that he is successfully gone. 

Im not afraid he be hurt again. 

And im left alone once again. 

Picking the pieces, counting how many days before i spent my time currency away. 

Maybe i will never find someone to spend. 

Hahaa or maybe lord is all that is. 

The end.