24 February 2014

take me back to where i’m from.

being adult is not like what i thought when i was a little child. i want to be a child again. and forever. i rather cry because father don’t give me an ice cream while my brothers got one each than cry because i know the word ‘Unfair’ and feel the sharp pain as the Unfair bite my heart.

i’m not talking about didn’t get an ice cream.
but time, space and chance.

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