I smells like flour and butter.
I have been cocking things up lately.
I don't know what am I doing.
I feel so F-up.
I don't know to feel just contented or what.
I don't know how things would be if all these doesn't happened.
I feel that there is something wrong with me, in me.
Everything wasn't used to be like this before.
Giving advice is easier then receiving one.
Many said I'm determined, I felt so, but not in this case, problem.
I wished, I hoped, I dreamed, I prayed.
I'm not me, and got to change back to me.
`2.34am
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