Tears probably made of 2% water and 98% of broken heart.
Why do we do this to each other?
As I gazed at Sara, I realize I may never get to have that feeling.
As I gazed at Sab and Sara, I realize I may never get that bond.
As Sara asked me for you, I feel a big stab right in the middle of my heart.
And I walked passed shopping malls playing songs we sang, seeing a Ducati on the road, seeing a couple kissing..... I cannot help but to stop breathing. Just stop. So I won't shed a tear in public.
Love... Is a cheap word that you should not rely on when thinking about the future. Because, it don't exist.
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