I fearlessly stripped and clung on only to learn that sometimes absolute goodbyes aren’t the worst. Now you have your freedom and I have my void. Let us not cross paths and love so terribly again.
– Tan Jie Hui
So we drink on Friday nights, desperation seeping through our laughter as we toast with shaky hands to youth and benightedness. High on fear. Forever lost in ourselves.
– Tan Jie Hui
I suffer because I have not the common sense to content with half heartedness and mediocrity, yet nor the tenacity to burn alive for one sole passion.
– Tan Jie Hui
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