I write what I want. I write what I feel. Reality bites me when I was flying in my dream.
I was dreaming yesterday. Stuck on mall. Like a Triwizard, when Harry stuck on maze (me, on mall -_-").
Reality bites me out, and I’m still an half on concious.
Dear God,
I don’t know how to do.
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know where I should go.
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