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Aug 2019
So that..
um..
I feel like i'm walking upper the brittle glasses
I can see it the beauty under water, so clearly
But i also know, that i might dying if this glasses break down

I don't know..
I'm just can't get over from its beauty
So calm yet enchanting

But here
Deep down in my heart
I'm scared
I'm scared that it's beauty might **** me
somebody help me.
Written by
Monica  F/Indonesia
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