Learning To Love The Bomb

I just couldn't take it.

If my banters were misconstrued to whatever you were referring to, this bond that we have since seven eight years ago, seemed to me as useless.

Again, it seems like I have to be the good puppet over here.

I know, there are time bombs in you. When it explodes, it shatters my heart. I am learning to love the bombs now, so when it explodes another time, I won't get hurt as much as I am suffering now.


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