A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Love Never Say Sorry.

"Grandma said that the reason why people have two arms is for them to hug the people that they love. But what if, I have two arms, but I don't have the people that I love in front of my eyes. And how is it that I don't deserve to love someone, and people don't deserve to love me? If everything can be settled by the word sorry, then why would law and police exist? Why can't the people who makes mistakes can't be forgive just like that? Do you think that sorry is sure enough? Do you know how deep the scar that I'm having right now?"

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