Sep 17, 2015

I miss myself.
The old me.

I miss how I never know how to get angry.

I miss how I treated good to both good and bad people.


I miss how I cried when people treated me bad not because of their badness but thought that I've had treated them bad.
I miss how I kept inside whenever I'm feeling mad just because don't want
to hurt others feeling.
I miss how I managed to stay happy whenever people managed to let me down.

I miss the smile.

I miss the happiness.
The real of me. I miss..

How I wish my path never crossed with the wrong people's.

Sep 9, 2015

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