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Mar 2016
Sit
There's a chair in the corner of the room
Sit.
You might want to sit.
Sit, as I stab you slowly with my words.
Sit, as I let you taste the juices of my words.
Sit.
Here.
I promise it won't be as hurt as what you have done to me.
Written by
Sekar Hardani  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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