How much I’ve lost.


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It’s 29th of Ramadhan.

I’m just a number of days, minus the quality I have in each, I actually have none. Negative. A lot of me had passed away, some treasured in memories, some completely forgotten out of context. I reminisced to bring me back to those times but it will never come back. That realization always sends me deep into worthless regrets. It’s like a cycle. And it has to stop.