Thursday, 31 October 2013

For the Everyone that Hide Herself

Of course, we are different. It means we are not same. You don't know what I'm feeling but I just can guess about what you feel. I has already see you as long as I can, but you just don't give me permission to read what were you doing, what were you feel. You are too close to I know. I don't know how to make it true. Okay. I'm just can guessing about what do you feel, I'm just can guessing about how you can life. I don't know about you anymore. You don't tell me at all when I asked you. You don't give me permission to read about your life. Because of it, I don't know about you.
But I'm still hoping that she is aware about this life. This life is hard, she must know it. She must know that we are in society, not in a jungle. Ah, but this is our life, our story.

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