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Aug 2014
When the room has no other space
Five is already a crowd
Seven makes you breath heavily
This is a room with stable dose of oxygen
The more people the less air we breathed
I thought of four
Because you three never existed

As if the one was a good
Mistakes will forgiven
But the one was always a hell
Mistakes, never forgiven
For what all mistakes will prolonged

Since the one brought the two
The two has never accepted
For what the two was another mistake
And for what the one never did right
Now it is the three

The three is the greatest mistake
For what the one never stop did so wrong
The three is not an angel
While the one will never make one
So yes those three stole out our air

And the room has no other space
Five is already a crowd
Seven makes you breath heavily
And death come faster

Make it six
One will released
For what this one is not the one
This one already near its death
It is will gone to find its own air
Where the dose of oxygen enough to breath
Alodia
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Alodia  Jakarta, Indonesia
(Jakarta, Indonesia)   
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