Leaving a memorial

I did tell myself before I will never be sad; but somehow, I realise it is not a matter of choice.

Feeling – you cannot control it totally.

No matter how I can make myself laugh loudly or cheekily, it cannot ease the pain underneath.

I cannot buy things with sincerity; I know I have been wasting my life.

If it is such a simple request, why has it been refused? But it is not the first time already.

Humans are weird.

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