I read somewhere: "People nowadays, do not listen to understand. They listen to reply." Yes. I see it already. It clearly right. Cause it already happened. We always have the crowd to voice their mind, but we have no one to understand what do we need. Yeah, you always want to stand out to be seen. But won't you keep away to see the things wholly? Would you stand outside of the circle and have the infinity?
You gotta know this; know, when I shared my playlist with you, means that you were nothing just it. When I share those songs to you; I want you to hear my thoughts, I want you to read my minds, I want you to understand my feeling, and I want you to know me; more than what you see or what you hear, more than what I show you, more than what I sing you.
I'm sorry, If I talked too much about you, that everybody engrossed in how cruel you were to me. I'm sorry, if I talked too much about me, that everybody saw only my pain on your face. I'm sorry, if I wrote too much about you, that everybody recognized every scar you left me. I'm sorry, if I wrote too much about me, about how you broke and bent me, about what a jerk you were. Forgive me, I didn't intend to talk about you, notoriously. I realize that, you were just an unwilling victim. You didn't mean to make me love you, didn't you? You never meant to lure me in, right? And I'm sorry, for being so hard to love. I mean, if it was easier, maybe you didn't have to live in such nonsense of my words. And you didn't have to cause such a heartbreak. Didn't you? I'm so, so sorry. But one need to heal. I'm just so sorry, that I had to heal through writing about you. I'm sorry. You deserved to be remembered as more pleasant memory to the w...
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