What the hardest thing to be me is solid to forget. But in my genuine way I always forgive. Thank you for all the benevolence and detestation. You make me become more mature. You make me discover from that experience. This is my last resort about you. Thanks for the experience.
I will learn from this experience. Be deaf when I heard about the thing that I hate. Be blind when I don’t want to see the thing I hate most. Be dumb when I feel mostly hurt. Most welcome from this experience is how ‘good’ people can be.
Now I scrub out you from my reminiscence. Thank you. Bye.
