"Better I be wrong than be wronged."
From what to eat,
it tastes sweet to bitter.
From what to eat,
it taste good to bad.
When no more words to be accepted,
waiting for an answer leaves you clinging on a string which would break eventually.
When I know it is my fault for not choosing the right words, I can only blame myself for any wrong doings.
So I continue on waiting. Sigh. No mood. Bye.
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