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Apr 2017
What would you like to call it?
Abandon?
Ignorance?
Name it.

It's this part where nobody care about what you're doing, what you're thinking, or what you're feeling.
It's the part where you don't know what you're doing,
because you forget who you are.
It's the part where time didn't make sense,
because nothing is.
It's the part where you feel nothing,
because you are lost.

Tell me,
where is this coming from?

When will I find clarity?
When will I find truth?
When will I find,
another you?
When will I come back again?
Aliya N Raissa
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Aliya N Raissa  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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