I talk about him, it makes me think a lot, and it made me think of the old days of the past, feeling the pain came back again, like a wound that is not lost, when I went, it just hurt sakit.
I'm talking about him, it makes me think, and I miss the old days of the past, the painful feeling back again, like a wound that does not heal, when I go to provoke, it hurts.
That I say about him, it made me think, and reminded me of the past, feeling hurt again, like the wounds that do not heal, when I go to provoke, it hurts.