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May 2016
Life is too short to go to the same coffee shop every morning,
sipping another Vanilla Latte to start the day.
To walk on the same road all over again.
To wear the same shirt every week.

But he is not like that.

He eats cereal for his dinner,
and grapes for the next day,
or maybe sausages.

He buys different kind of breakfast,
from different kind of stores every morning.

Today he use bike to work,
and tomorrow he will use bus,
but last week he used taxi,
because he just received his first check.

He drops out of school,
because he don't like school.

He also don't celebrate birthdays.

That's what I like about him.
He opens different kind of door every morning,
expecting another surprise for that day.
Craving for another adventure,
waiting for another experiences.

He is always new,

He is always mad.
Written by
Sekar Hardani  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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