looking at those self harming picture reminds me a lot about her, and myself. but life happened to be different. impede myself with my own past world, impinge upon my imagination, immorality has been made up since you being different as what I have known you. I will take all the considerations to make a move, as how comparison between me, myself and I should be made to enforce barrier you created. sometimes I miss you, you have a beautiful, modesty of yourself hid inside your heart, closed behind your egos, carried by situations.