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I hate those smiley emoticons. I said sorry when I really meant it. But it's never being appreciated.
Those words, like sword, hurt me like nothing else can do.

And the wound wouldn't be healed that fast.

Sometimes I feel tired, to be with someone who always makes me cry.

I wonder when I'll be totally sick.

I'm not blaming anyone. It's just me who is extremely odd.

~Asa~