Baby,
My life is tiring me.
In everywhere I turn, all I see is pain and anger and loneliness.
And every person I know, would always end up disappointing me.
Right now what I have is not enough to feed two person’s happiness,
It can’t even afford one single happiness.
Baby,
I’m a selfish soul who has to make everybody happy.
I can’t even help myself.
I’m telling you this: you have to love yourself more than anything else.
Leave me.
14.10.07
Killed by
Noran Bakrie
at
8:31 PM
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