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enough is enough.

stop stipulates the future when you can't even hold the present's tight for a moment. I just couldn't find a spot to spill my sickness and pains. never mind searching for one who can even read my language neither digest my point which I think is lack of facts. told you I'm no good on making up my mind. and you make me feel worst.

you make me love you during days, and hates you during nights.

sometimes, you didn't even placed me an option.