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Aug 2019
i do
i always do
treat this wound

it's getting better day by day
no more pain
no more pus

the night come
i can feel the cold air within my bone
collect all of my guts into a cone
remember when i said i can pull this stone
nothings better than a drone


imma try to chase another path
the clock suddenly stop tapping
the old side healed
meanwhile the others are start to bleeding.
hello, can't you see me?
Written by
Monica  F/Indonesia
(F/Indonesia)   
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