On The Way Home

ahhh ~ finally home after pick my motorcycle up at my grandma's home..

well...

when im on the way home, i see someone, A GIRL, who rode her motorcycle fastly.. so fast...

then, i see her face, with head-cover (veil), wearing glasses, looks like me.
looks like she dont care about everything around her, n then i take a look aat her eyes, there's a tears over there.

i think maybe something happen to her, maybe she's not broke, she just broken-hearted (MAYBE) because the eyes is soooooo diffrent, it seems like in a deepest of her heart, there's like a wound over there.

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