2013-09-30 - 10:38 a.m.
I'd rather not talk about you, no matter how wonderful you are. I'm dying to escape these blues and pick up the pieces of my heart. Then why the hell am I still here? I thought I'd completely moved on. I've made myself clear: this pathetic obsession should be long gone. But that face in the mirror is laughing at me; her evil eyes glowering with twisted glee as she says: "My dear, quit pretending. You know you can't win. You're already too much in love with him!" R. (Jakarta, 15/9/2013 - 3:30 pm)
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