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I'm standing in the front of your door that you'll always closed, you say that you'll never opened it again, and yet you're still talking to me via casement, I should go and don't listen whatever you said, but I stay. Then sometimes you'll go, and then... I'm waiting... like I know you'll back here, even though it's not for me. I don't know why I'm stay, why I'm listen, why I'm here... It is so damn long time, that I really spent my prettiest years with nothing in my hand, nothing in my mind, and nothing to do, unless is just to wait for you, like for damn what? I even now hating myself more, and who must be to blame? please let go off me, so I will hurt and endure it so, it will be the trigger that making me aware, that this is useless, baseless and literally nothing, and then maybe after then, I will be pitying me for wasting my prettiest years with nothing, because I think you're not that worthy to lost for I'm just feeli...