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May 2015
Oncologist said that's illness
And it was evolved and hopeless
Hiding and appearing become skilled
The last o'er time before I killed

As flower in desert
Skinny and pale were sign
Pray and cry were habits
Saw the Lord's house so high

My crown is missing
Because I'm struggling
My dream is missing
Because I'm struggling

Put hand in beating heart
Believing God's bell
Put hand in beating heart
And said " all is well"
for several people who try to survive and my lovely Mom
Ana Wahyuni
Written by
Ana Wahyuni  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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