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Hurt

Sometimes it just hurts me to think that, when my best friend and i split, all those memories we had together would be wasted. All those drawings of our future, all the papers we draw on, all the crazy and immature things we did would just vanish into thin air. Until i find those memories, i might break down in sorrow, trying to picture everything, reminiscing those good times we had.
If i had never found those memories, it would not make me bring back the feeling i learnt to forget.
Though if i never found those memories, it'll scar me wondering WHO, WHY and HOW i made friends with these people. It'll just leave me thinking that those best friends were normal average friends and sometimes i just worry, will i ever reunite with my best friends in the future? Or will i forget about them throughout my growing years.
Especially if that person was your only close friend.

Not being able to trust anyone else besides her and sometimes i just need someone to be lonely, with me.
Maybe i always over think things? It's my problem and i can't find  out what i want.

So this is my life, i want you to know that i can be both happy and sad, and i'm still trying to figure out how that can be.

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