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HANI Mar 2021
finally, i cried my heart out
i cried all of my fear,
the fear of being a failure,
the fear of being left by others,
the fear of not having anyone beside me,
the fear of not surviving this battle,
i finally cried after all this time i buried them deep enough.

thank you, myself,
you’re brave enough to cry again,
to let yourself cry
to accept that being weak is sometimes okay

after this, wake up, and focus
college is about to start again in three days
stop thinking about anything that stop you from growing,

and,
please be happy,
and sad sometimes,
that’s life.
i, sometimes, didn’t let myself cry because crying is one of the most things i hate. when i cry, i look weak, i feel weak, i feel stupid. and yes, i never wanted to tell anyone about how i feel since someone decided to throw all of my story back at me again. so i keep them just for myself. and on feb 12th, i told my friends. they’re not the closest ones, but we have something in common. i just feel i can trust them. so while i typed everything i feel, i cried. i feel.... good by crying. and this poem is for me. i dedicated this poem for me, and maybe for everyone who have the same feeling as me. just... cry it out. thank you!
HANI Oct 2020
just like forever, ignore me
just like forever, make me feel like a stupid person
just like forever, just like forever

just like forever, think that i’m not exist
just like forever, live your life without me
just like forever, just like forever.

just like forever, i’ll live my life, and you’ll live yours.
just like forever, i’ll be invisible.
just like forever, don’t bother to mind me.
just like forever, just like forever.
hi! i’m back from the dead. i’m not really good with pouring words into a poem, that’s why i don’t post much. so, this poem is about me. about me being stupid in front of everyone. and everyone looks down on me —or at least that’s what i’m thinking. i know, that’s not good, that’s not right. i know i have to think positive. i’ll try.
HANI May 2019
there are a lot of stories happened
in wednesdays.
i met you for the first time
in wednesday.
we become close
because of wednesday.

since then,
wednesday's became my favorite day.
in wednesday,
i see your laugh.
in wednesday,
i laugh because of you.
in wednesday,
we talk much.
but also in wednesday,
we met for the last time.
this is my very first poetry after a lot of modification. so, i had a crush back then in high school and this poetry is dedicated for him no matter he sees it or not.

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