Overdose

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You were a cup of optimism filled with anger you try to sink it deep. I was a spoonful of insecurities that is hidden under the layer of a joyous smile, I faked. 

We were a wrong mixture, no chemistry at all, yet we fought for it through times. 

Now, you owned bitterness because you just can't stand the dose of mine anymore. And I , I owed you space, since I robbed nearly all the capacity that supposed to be for someone else, who's more worth deserving you from month to months.


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