Tuesday, 11 June 2014
I'm sorry, for being a weakling.
I'm sorry, for being a worry in your mind.
I'm sorry, for being your loved one.
You saw me with those eyes of both caring and upset, but you still did favors for me, as what you might be afraid of was losing me or seeing me in trouble... or you just simply wanted me to shut up and bother you no more. I acted strong, but strong doesn't always suit me. So I acted calm, but it overwhelms you. So I stopped, because me too, I do too, care to you.
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