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I never knew this would happen to me. 

Yup, two sleepless nights in a dilapidated, rinky-dink and raunchy hostel; a pallazo with a floor of foliage and its clinging summer breeze; decrepit educational devices and nonetheless, the 5% minorities that made "we". 

And this happens.

Just if ever, I have the affinity of being a conundrum myself *like every teen has*, a situation like this implements nothing but a strengthening conviction that, I, am no different. It's kinda saddening cus I'm not the kind of kid who got giddied and cares nothing except vanity to grip a lo-han of life and latch yourself on a path of marijuana.

Sighs, the first decade of life and this. HOW exactly will  the rest of the decades be? Sinning in croatia? Or perhaps better, innocently devious with life, twisted echo of that old joy.

The blade of a guillotine was the last thing I wanted. Although the feeling's fading away but you'll never resist the appeal of its sweet return. Damnation. Period.

Still oblivious enough to accede his little kamikaze conquest  for a blatant "lit up face" and got his number. Pure stupidity. I loathed every portion of myself when the staring made me spongy, and endorphins seeped into every nerve, ribs immobilized, dazzled by closeness, puzzled by this trance because there were others and we had markers in hand.

Few weeks away and I'm sixteen. This sounds like the appropriate header but anyway, just the pique of my little sentimentality.

请告诉我这意味着什么。
当我看到这个的时候，我根本看不懂。==