Life ; ironic
curious on how you made your way there yesterday.
a place where i kept my darkest secret and misery.
then ; now
sometimes it's the fear of losing someone/something whom/which we never want to lose, that made us lost them in the end.
not that i don't bother.
just don't want to see history repeats itself.
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it's not always rainbows and butterflies, it's compromise that moves us along |
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