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“I’m going to cry once you leave”
“No, cry at the end.”
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the clocks have stopped working for the past week, time freezes itself for me. it refuses to acknowledge me. and so i let them die, and refer the Rathaus’ clock, visible above the roofs.
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a time for sadness, another time for happiness, and now i acknowledge my own horror. this cycle is maddening sometimes, but i survive.
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i wonder when i shall write properly. i have written a short story in melayu, sent it to D a month ago, her words of it were it was too sad and painful to read. the most difficult part of writing is telling, actually.
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i’ve discovered the hard way that women are not to be trusted. their words go through many bends and corners that whatever they come up is far from the truth.
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“This isn’t love, isn’t it? Sometimes I say I love you but I know I never mean it”
“No, it never was”.
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