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Dec 2021
I sip my morning coffee religiously
but lately my two shots doesn't feel
as bitter as it used to be

Perhaps that's the thing about life;
you get used to bitterness so much that
you can no longer distinguish which one is which
since everything tastes all the same

Or perhaps, the thought of you crossed my mind
and all the pain suddenly comes rushing back
as if I am being tormented for the sins I didn't commit

My wounds are burning; they’re still half-open
almost to the point it's unbearable for me to mend
had I known the bruise would left me scars this deep
I would have walked the opposite direction that day
Now we’re just a lost cause
Dhia Awanis
Written by
Dhia Awanis  F/Indonesia
(F/Indonesia)   
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     Dhia Awanis and SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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