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 They asked me,

"Why you do it." 

And I said, 

"Because I want it."

Then they said again.

"Then why you complain? Bear with it." 

An article passing my twitter timeline " A sign of broken heart, find someone to talk." I laugh because I know, it's know what a broken - hearted person want. Not someone to talk. We need someone to trust or maybe not we. It's me. I need someone to trust yet, I don't trust anyone. I know that I don't trust anyone at all. I live in a world of I don't know what to say. 

No one will really get you.