i am ready to fly

"During these days, i know there's something burden my mind. I don't even think about it. This message, just the moment before anything's burn. Burning my dreams, burning your lies. I know that your scent which always blew up into the day when i came along. But then, i know one thing for sure. Everything is never exist since the day. Even now you take her or not, that's no longer my case. Right before you said "i won't disappoint you", i knew everything is going to mess and broke.

Like they swim inside my heart, they'll never find where is my heart actually. I keep it save. Far away from human reach. And the moment before everything's gone, i promise i will not allow myself to take a little mind about anyone. I swear. Everything is just wasting my time. To get a better life after all this things happen to us. I don't even think about the pass or what. Because it means nothing to me."

Regards,
Dhe.

But then the other side of me came along to my room and hug me so tight. She is me in the future. She looks so beautiful and that so much different with me. She always take care of me when i get lost. She always near by my side but unfortunately, i don't even know about it. She told me that i am the only one who can keep my soul alive. No one there. No one else. The only person who can keep my broken heart into a whole is me. The only person who can beat the demon's poison is me. And for the first time of my life i feel so much fear. I am scared i can't put it back into a whole unbroken heart. And then she is gone. I was never meet her anymore. I know she is just my illusion of my fear or my loneliness. I will not stand for you, i will fight for you. And find the whole broken heart for you. For me.

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