Friday, 1 July 2016
I thought I was opaque enough in concealing my true feelings.
I used to feels secure behind those wall which me, myself built upon.
Where, I could freely walk around.
It's my guilty pleasure, in a way.
Those wall seems to be cracked open till a few able to catch a glimpse of what inside.
The restless me.
The insecure me.
The nervous me.
I do not even know how to act around those people.
But until then, since you have catch a glimpse.
Thanks for staying. Thanks for understanding.
Thanks, for comforting.
I might ran away.
Because, truth to be told.
That's just likely,
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