I finally back to this gloomy place once more. This greyish stone along with the cloudy sky depicts the feeling inside my heart that I try so hard to hide. The smell of wet soil still lingers in this place, I bet the rain has stopped not long ago before I arrived. Even my shoes look muddy and dirty, I feel ashamed to meet you in this state. I reach the soil to pick up some wild grass that grows over time, I keep doing other unimportant things to delay our conversation, I really need some time to dare myself to talk to you, I sigh, biting my lips then start talking to you.Throughout our conversation, or so, this stupid water keeps dripping on my face and sometimes I wipe it off as if it’s nothing. I shouldn’t have worn this mascara today. I then pat the gravestone like I pat your head back in the day. I told you things, about my life, days without you. I know I talk to nothingness right now. God, you might not even hear me. Even though, I’m kind
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