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Remember?

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Shouting!

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S houting at her in the middle of the crowd, I lost my temper and threw my phone. I didn't have the courage to look at her. I swept away a few distances while she was picking up the phone with all its parts shattered on the road. Everyone must have been looking at her. Didn't she feel the most humiliated at that time? She saw me coming back at her after a few minutes with a cigarette in my right hand(being specific). Tears were running down her cheeks. I still couldn't look at her and went off babbling. Putting all the blames on her. What did she do? To be honest nothing.  She was with me all the time until my cigarette ended, constantly apologizing for the sin I committed. I still kept on babbling. Kept on saying bad, and she was there standing trying to hold my hand to calm me down but I threw her hand. She got hurt. I didn't realize that. Her sister came and took her home. Did I start the beginning of the end? I got scared to my route back. I called h...
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Him

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A box of cardboard, where he lives, with others, Third to be named, mistake is necessary, after first and second. Gave away himself for things, no regrets, for their happiness, Things gave away him, no regrets, for their happiness. All he wanted, why he expects, was no hatred, All he got, free away, was no love. Dragged by expectation, forcefully, of others, Never clearly found, in, his ever. Still he, from his heart, wants the foundation of expression expressed by the formula “Frown face – Anger face”, What he receives, every time, is zero of the above formula. Learns mistakes, everywhere, to adapt the new, Often, nothing specified, called one. Lives, not himself, for others, Doesn’t yet, for others, exist Life ends, no more word, here, Say goodbye, leaving him alone, soon.
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