I hate the journey. It takes almost half of a day (if you count Terengganu - KL in) to be there. And you, have a hard time of waiting. But deep inside, you are so excited. Feels like your heart pondering outside the ribs.
Which then brings you the second hate.
I hate the excitement. You daydream everything full with colors and magic all the way to the destination. Then you smile to yourself, how big your dream could be. It is full of hopes, people. Hopes that blind your eyes and spoiled decisions. In the end you will hate yourself for hoping too much. Because, there is nothing real in there.
Which then brings you the second hate.
I hate the excitement. You daydream everything full with colors and magic all the way to the destination. Then you smile to yourself, how big your dream could be. It is full of hopes, people. Hopes that blind your eyes and spoiled decisions. In the end you will hate yourself for hoping too much. Because, there is nothing real in there.
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