It was so long and so much that I already lost count on how many wounds I had nursed. The scars were barely healed before you stab it over and over again. I had any idea how many streams of tears did I flow. The thought of it could send fear in me and preoccupied my mind, leaving little space of my own. Worst, my mouth was sealed with my own iron clad, leaving my grief soul trapped. When will this ever end? I dread the cycle.
Sometimes you are one little darling, making me forgo the past and believing you once again. However just in a split second, you might just transformed into another person. That person, in my opinion, is rather self centered and will not think in another party perspective. It make me feel that all the goodness happen previously is just a facade and illusion. The faith harbor just shutter instantaneously.
For now, the wall around me had been formed. As attack is always the best defend, the only mechanical protection left for me is to not care about you. Trust me, it pains me, but I was forced.
