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Jan 2018
Baby one of these days,
one of these years,
happiness will be the end of me.
Tell everybody that I'm sorry
and they needn't worry.
For their goal was my happiness,
but all I accumulated were reasons
for my farewell.
For their sadness and tears will fade overtime,
but my pursuit of happiness is just eternal torture.
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Oka
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Oka  22/Cis/Indonesia
(22/Cis/Indonesia)   
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