Sometimes, yes, I do think about you
I see your picture. I tear it into two, but very funny, I still can fix it right.
Seriously, I can still recall the way you talk. Totally like in a drama. You're such a drama king.
But, the way you treated me, always perfect.
You are not even rich, you don't even own a car. But, you rich with love and you own your effort
You were very thin, now I saw your picture, you become so tough. Without me you are getting happy
In the past, you have sacrificed too much for me.
The scars never lies. It remains forever.
I don't want you, I just play with my feeling about the past
Thank you my dear...
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