Recurrence

I miss the past, i hate the present.
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i miss that ugly MG sch uniform that shows no body shape,
i miss the times when everyone gather to copy homework,
i miss the times when i get half drunk everyday and ruth had to carry me home,
i miss those bitches that talked behind my back before,
i miss those little childish things that i had done,


i miss them all.

was flipping thru some non-close people that i know's fb,
althru there arnt my face in it, but i still felt memories rushes thru my oh-so-calm mind.