When my friend told me to ignore and move on, I question myself the ability to move forward. I doubt much, but believe for more to gain. Ive done crying. Ive done mourning. Heck, why should I even care at the first place, looking back at all the memories that I know will bring back all the tears. The msgs in the inbox and some random thoughts are not real. I know somehow I feel bad for myself actually for being like how I am today. But I learned. I want to be stronger. For whatever prides left on me, I want to move. Forward.

This hurtful feelings are not without tears but tears never help but to release my tense. Only.

My own sort of tranquility.

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