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Hi. I am me.
And i am just wondering why i am here.
In this earth. Meet you.
Falling in love with you.
But i think still can life without you, but i dont want it.

Someone ask me,
why you are not mad?
I say, "I am mad, sometime, but i didn't tell."
and then she tell me.
You cant life like that.
I say, "I am not ready to tell what i actually feel."
Why?
"I think he is not ready to know that."

He is not him. Tell him.
Thats what my sister say to me.
Then i start crying.