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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 feeling that, oh my God, how stupid I am for staying to nothing.

and please go away you, that always taking me for granted, someone will do something similar to you, even though is not me. I know it someone will be.