Tuesday, March 21, 2017


I'm not looking at things the same ever again.

There's never a day pass without us thinking of him.

It's hard. It's really hard.

I can't look at ppl the same way like I used to, feel the same like I used to and be the same like I used to.

Better enuff if I didn't spit to those whom I've grown hatred to.

Life's hard.

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