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Jul 2015
"Why are you frowning?" he asked
as always, I answered, "I'm okay"

Truth is
I feel like my stomach is aching
due to the bumpy ride we're taking
like every car on the road
keep crashing on ours
while he has no intention
whatsoever to make a u-turn
nor to push the break pedal
AM
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AM  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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