⌘ Prologue ⌘

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I could feel my lungs stared to hurt as if countless needles piercing through them, trying to break and crashed every piece of them.

Regret started feeling my chest.

There are alot of times when I could just took the operation.

There are alot of times when I could've just confess.

Lots of times when I could've just killed myself.

Why was I scared?

Why does it have to be me?

Why does it have to be him?

Why are things harder than I thought they would be?

Why am I like this?

Why do I feel so horrible?

Why do I feel guilt?

Why does small things fools me easily?

Why can't I just broke apart and show him my pain?

Why can't things be just as easy for me?

Have I messed up?

The image of him avoiding me when I just confessed. Does he hates me that much? Are my dreams are just really mere dreams?

I don't need him, right?

Why can't I just forget him...

...him and this feelings....even this decease!

I want to forget everything. But my heart goes against it.

It's hopeless.

I'm just wasting time.

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(A/n): definitely not an angsty●︿●.

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