Our paths would again meet
But today I make my own road
So I won't see you again.
I always dread meeting this person every time I walk the corridors of the school campus. But fate must be enjoying playing its tricks on me. Nowadays, we frequently cross paths, eyes not meeting each other.
And so I am currently stuck at the "getting over" arc of my life. I hope it's already nearing its end.
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