However good things doesn't end that well actually. I can tell how much your brother hates toward me, i can see it through his eyes when he stared at me. But i can do anything about it cause i'm the one who hurt you first.
We waited at bus station for about 45 mins. You talk a lots express what you feel about your family. I sat there, hearing about all the things that you said. I wanna lend you a hand or gave you a hug or whatever that can let you feel relieve but i don't know what can i do. I hate myself cause i can't done anything for you when you need me, i can't protect the one i care.

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