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Sep 2019
the tears that come from the ears
those sirines are now very near
and i just want to disappear

they got his hand, and a handcuff quietly appear
there's no more sound i'd like to hear
then my vision slowly becomes unclear

i'm waking up in a footwear
what day is now? have i slept for a year?
hey please tell me what to do now, dear
idk what sould i write for sure. i just kinda sick of those fights between youknowho hahaha. and i need some space to write down a universe in my head.
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paindraft  16/Indonesia
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