Thursday, 21 December 2017

One night in December

I always say what i want and what i like
Don't care it can harm other people
Don't care what other people will think about me
That is my imperfection,  isn't it?
I always think if you can't accept my imperfection
You also don't deserve my perfection

And sometime i just spit out some shit words
And let other think whatever about me
But i don't know this time
Why i feel so regretful....



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