Dream and Hope. I think that's the only two things that make us survive. Too many disappointment, too many lies, too many bullshit, too many hatred, too many fake things in this world that makes us cry. realize. then, wake up being a lesser lesser of you. We think we were grown up, but we are not. All that we do, and say may just be our act of survival.
even silence is an act of survival. pretend not to see and hear. pretend to just not care.
To take care of oneself is tiring enough.
To take care of one broken self is so fucked up.
I think I am a broken self.
At first I thought I strong enough. I brave enough.
Probably, It is okay for you not to show your emotion.
But I need my emotion.
You took away my fuck, I need my shit!
Disappointment will never crush the dream.
I'll fight you.
Failure will never wreck my hope.
Just like fart, stinks at first then disappear.
I can bear those 3 seconds of stinks.
I guess I do not need you. I do not need the act to survive.
Because I have that in me.
I am a survivor.
wink wink
HW in L
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