At the cafe

 

 

   This would be words that I have left from what I have gone through during my life time. I know it doesn't have to be something special nor remarkable as much as I had imagined. But it is always good to realize there has been something there I have sensed at least.

 

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   When I find there is no second chance to make things up, the first thing coming up my mind is full of desperation with some degree of agony. It's not something like sorrow at all. It's more like being defeated totally. But it doesn't necessarily mean I won't be able to fight back one more time.

   Maybe I'm chocked up a lot in an emotional sense. I am talking to myself once again that I will get over it sooner or later. Because I never know what is going to happen next. The thing is that I am not tired of persuading myself to stay alive positively in full motion lately.

 

   Once for all, agony of defeat doesn't have to be the case anymore.