It’s just what it is. MeiYi called to talk about my regrets,
both tearing up with every passing seconds. When she was left bleeding to death
by the curb, we were having a sound sleep in bed, safe and thoughtless, taking our
mortal lives for granted. It was sickening that I vomited, even as I doused
water over my face and had them sting my eyes; dealing with this wasn’t great
news. Tell me this ain’t true, tell me this is all a lie. But here in the
manifestation of a tombstone engraved in her name, we see streams of people in
tears, and I stood silent, still in shock, still wishing this is but a
nightmare.
After five years, you’d think I forgotten. I’d think I did
too, like how I’ve forgotten my cousin’s birthday, my SPM results, my first pen
pal’s name, but this memory refused to lie beaten. I am not supposed to be dealing
with this right now, KaviS. wanna talk about other less depressing things. This is ridiculous, I am at home, in bed and I am sweating.
too much too long
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