I don't like to do this.
I pretend that I don't mind.
Indeed, I'm scared to talk about this.
Tears of mad and disappointment like to drop off secretly,
but I always hold back.
Only there was 2 times I failed to.
I envy others own the thing I have been lost for a long time.
May be the wound would never fully healed.
But the wound grew me up.
It is not deep, but it is hurts.
