scissors~ are hand-operated cutting instruments~sharpened edges slide each other~
for cutting...cutting...cutting...
there something else that always stand behind the word S.C.I.S.S.O.R.S...
what so-called "scissors in d folds" (sound weird-direct translation...ahah) or in BM, "gunting dalam lipatan".
as life goes on, so many things happen n all comes wit responsibility.
i realize that, everything i do is affecting the people around me.
BUT,
is't called a responsibility to responsible for things that might be not our fault?-that's what a life means
(THINK SO).
i know who it is, hiding n blend into that folds-make me the one that seem stupid!
don't u know its HURT me a lot?
if u can see bleeding from my veins, maybe u could stop doing these to me?.
OR, NO!! maybe it make things worsen.
"i lose my way
& it's not too long before u point it out
i cannot cry
because i know that's weakness in your eyes
i'm forced to fake, a smile, a laugh
everyday of my life
my heart can't possibly break"
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