Friday, August 25, 2017

:: 💔 ::

I hate it when I'm not busy...

Coz I usually fall sick n cry a lot...

As free time mean, I'll think.

A lot...

Of Ayahanda.

N that HURT. 

So much...

Jaebalyo...

Dear Job... please come to me...

Puhlisss...

Let me be busy again.

So that I wont think of him too much.

The pain sometimes too unbearable...

Coz it's define the true meaning of BROKEN-HEARTED.

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