
I'm good at counting.... 100 times? 300 times? It doesn't matter how many times. I will count until I'm tired. But there's only three reasons why I count, either 'continue', 'stop' or 'stay'.
I don't care if I'll hurt anyone or rather to make them feel happy because of my countings. But I always ending up hurting everyone because of how cold and heartless I am.
How can I do love when I am that type of person? How can I do love when I seriously ending up hurting everyone without me realizing? What I'm saying is, I am aware of hurting them, but how can they stay when I don't care hurting their feeling?
I'm only trying them saying harsh truth, just in one sentence, but they're already running away from me. Tsk, how can somebody stay?
In my own way...
Counting can take all your time or attention, it can be hurt tho in a short time, feel romantic.
Counting can kill me, in two words. Romantic and Painfulness. That two words can be the reason why I'm Dying while Breathing.
Counting can end in only two ways. Sadness or either Happiness.
When that situation came I wonder why he told my EYES TELL LIES. Is it because I Cried in Happiness? Or I Smile in Sadness?
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"You're my moon. You can't be my star 'cause you're rare, you're alone. I am your cloud. I'm always at your side but when you're sad I am covering you up. And that's makes me sad so I cried inside."
Warning! : - This story is like a puzzle.
- As a person, the author can do MISTAKES.

