....a single word that killed

Maybe I put too much ingredients in a small bowl of hope, so when the bowl is full, it lays nothings but a mess that leave a dirt on my table cloth.

Sometimes, small thing happen and killed all the joy that you had planned just by it's single word or act. No matter how hard you make an effort to make thing good, in the end, you must admit that every single dream and hope that you plant is not necessary mean to grow as what you want. And yet, as the result, it digs a black hole in your heart into deeper and bigger.

Deeper and bigger.

Tersentap.

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