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Feb 2019
Alone again
The only echo I hear
is my own voice
Stuck with the thoughts

Just cut my wrist
we cut our hopes
Smoking brown
as I begin to crumble

Expand it even more
with those glistening minds of yours
I see the stars
almost every day

They hurt. They’re stuck
Your words have never been this sharp
Confused, I was and I’ve been
but keep following your footprint
Agas Waluya
Written by
Agas Waluya  Indonesia
(Indonesia)   
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