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Now, i am getting sick. i am broken heart. im separated into pieces. im weak. im alone... nor lonely. you know? it is sucks this feel is sucks. and killing me slowly perhaps.. this mess is because of me because of i always expecting too much because of im stuck on you because of im too easy to fall perhaps.. this Broken Heart because of me because of i love you this much because of i waited for you this long because of i hate being alone perhaps.. this Messy condition reflection of me because now im messy girl because now im deperate because now im lost you know, man? it is okay to be me as long as you're not in my position.