We used to share jokes to each other. We used to laugh together. We used to share secrets each other. I used to accompany you to go to somewhere. We used to hang out at the mall every weekend. We used to go to library every time school ends. I used to go to your house every week. I miss you. I know you were mad because i didn't tell you about my holiday. But hey, don't you realize? Everytime i tried to tell you, you were so busy with the other stuff, busy with 'her', busy dancing like a fool, busy talking, screaming, and fangirling over that thing. Now who should get angry? it's me. i've been tell my story to just one person. Now u don't even realize this. Maybe this is goodbye?
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