(I am sick. Literally sick. Physically, mentally, and also my mind. I want to believe in you again, but somehow I can't. I want to let you go, but I can't. I want to forget all those sweet things, but it makes me more in pain. I am trying to heartless, but I realized you still get that place in my heart. I want to go far away from you, but I know I won't. It's a curse, but I know you're my cure. Meanwhile, you don't realize it all. You still selfish with your opinion, with your anger, with all those your assuming true things. How can I get such a good day while you still ruin it? How can I let you go if you still don't want to go from me? How long I must pretend that I am okay with these sucks conditions? Can you get a seat beside me then I will make you a cup of coffee so you can start to tell me all the truths for the last time without demanding me to accept you again?)
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"Such a nice day, how's yours?"
"Very fine, because you're here. With me."
(Hearing a bullshit again).
":-)".