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someday on a Friday morning.i hate that day.when i said hate.i really meant it.i hate it.why they like to talk about the past.we not forget about the past if we are not talking about it.we just wanna let go.let go is pretty hard for us.is really hard.i promise myself not to think about it.not to cry.not to cry anymore.but i will remembered that for sure.on that day.they forcing us to remember what we really don't want to remember.that's cruel.i'm not the type who telling my story or talking about myself all the time.not even one time.sometimes when thay clap.they just wanted to give us support.if you don't understand us,don't dare to judge on us.