Its about the time of the year, Eid is coming again.

For me, Raya is solely a painful memory, filled with sorrows and mundane. Nothing much to be celebrated, I lost it since I was a kid. I can't remember a single day of Raya celebration where I enjoyed the feast. No. Nothing. Its a blank. Never once I felt Raya is a real celebration.
Growing up, things get worst. And this may be the reason why I don't mind about working on the first day of Raya. I don't even bother finding new clothes or shoes. I didn't look forward to it. I'm planning to let the day passed by, let the others feels the joy, I'll stay with this emptiness of mine.   
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