Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

To Not Have Yogurt

I cry.
Of course.
To see they have great time together.
Facing real problems against each other.
I had, too.
No, not really.
I abandon all of them.
For what?
I deserved better.
Now, it is better.
For them.
I am the problem.
There's this circle, I don't know why they didn't see it.
But, I keep see it.
And, it bitters me.
That circle haunted me.
The only way to break it.
Me, cut my taste of it.
Let me to pursue the cutter of the flesh or loose a tounge.
Let you witness me.
Witness a missing piece.
A shattered piece that stop my sight.
Shame on me to think the sour will never hurt me.
I never want to hurt anyone.
How ridiculuos.
I'll disagree with all the toppings.
Really, really bad.
By an example.
To not have yogurt.


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