but sadly you weren’t holding a knife to hurt me.
So what am I scared of?
For their separation,
I got no choice but to get you to stay and discuss,
but who would have thought that you forced him to accompany you.
It felt like you slapped me.
I know, computer, magazines, old letters, photos, passports and a microwave,
I owe you that much.
But asking him for help is so cruel.
You tried to make me appreciate how he makes fun of me?
The most I can do is to temporally pretend that my body is not mine,
numbly accepting your last heavy hit.
What to worry about?
I deny yelling at my opponent.
So injury knows how to chase people,
no need for me to hide.
Perhaps he is so perfect that you don’t need to show off,
but his actions cost my life even after my survival from our breakup,
I rather not to see you again.
You, made fun of me,
yelled at me, dragged me in,
blamed me, told me off and questioned me for everything,
and it is all over now.
All I wanted is to pray for my fate,
but you still managed to figure out a new way to injure me.
The most I can do is to temporally pretend that my body is not mine,
numbly accepting your last heavy hit.
What to worry about?
I am in denial yelling at my opponent.
The wound had already forget about me and it is now clear enough that we are separated.
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