my morning dew~
 
I don't know why it feels like this. I really have no idea. But it stays there, wanting to fall, wanting to be released. And somehow, I just won't let it. I don't know why I feel like crying.
Maybe it's because of their incessant talks of home and their selfish ways. Talking of materialistic things that fade away in time. And I remember that I'm not the same like them. I'm different. And I care about different things. But it's not something I can tell them.

aaahhh, maybe it's just one of those days. And those kind of days will pass, just like those things they talk about. I just need a good shut eye.

Good night, my recently found hiding place.



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