Sometimes.. 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. Sometimes.. 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.
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