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#dontworry
Suatu hari nanti, aku akan berhenti mencintaimu, Dan aku rasa kamu juga harus melupakan aku. Ini bukan seperti dulu, aku selalu bilang "Aku jatuh cinta padamu," Dan aku akan terus berhenti berpikir tentangmu. Ini bukan kesalahan, kita hanya tidak memiliki hati yang sama. Terkadang aku berpikir, kamu tidak mencintaiku, Tapi aku tahu dari matamu, tidak ada aku dalam harapanmu. Jadi aku rasa lebih baik menjauh darimu. Jangan khawatir, aku selalu mendoakanmu, ketika tak ada yang mengerti dirimu. Tapi aku akan pergi dari hidupmu
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Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
Suatu hari nanti
The birds sing for me, yes, they like me, and the hemp -- seeds next to my chair.
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Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 3:18 AM UTC
[ The birds sing for me ]
Time will come Time will go There will be a time You won't know which way to go. You'll wonder if there's a way up You'll wonder if there's a way out At times, you'll be overwhelmed And find your head filled with doubts. "Am I enough?" "Do I look good?" "Am I worthy of love?" "Am I misunderstood?" But if there's one thing We have in common, It's that we all have time. So, don't worry. Take your time, and it will all turn out fine
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Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 3:01 PM UTC
Turn out fine
Don't worry about trying to change the world by yourself; that's a job for all of us. If you want to change something, try changing your world first. And even if it seems small, celebrate it. Because any change you can make is often the biggest change of all.
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Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 7:15 PM UTC
Baby steps
I want you to know something. It's okay to ask for help. It's not embarrassing; it's brave To admit you don't know something And want to change. I ask that you don't worry That people will think less of you If you do. You're trying to learn. And that's something you should Never apologize for
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
I want you to know
Don't worry about where you'll go in life or how much you do. You don't need that much pressure. You're barely 22! But if you are, it's okay. Because I know you'll go far. The key is to go with the flow for as long as you can. But some day you'll fall. In more ways than one. But you'll always get up Because there's more work to be done. But just because there's more work Doesn't mean there has to be any less fun. Sometimes, though, it may be hard to find. Some days, all you'll want to do is run. You won't care where. You'll just want to go away. But away is a scary place. A place with no rules. Of course, that's why some people stay. Whatever you decide, it's your decision to make. And don't be embarrassed when you make a mistake. Because you don't know what you don't know. And at first, you won't know a lot. But you'll get there. At least, I think you have a good shot. 😉
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC
You've got a shot
It's not about the bad times. It's not about the good times. It's about all the times. The heartache and the pain. The kisses in the rain. There's so much for you to gain If you don't worry About your heart getting stained
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Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 1:50 AM UTC
Stained heart
Anyone can write poetry. I say that because anyone can tell a story. Don't worry if you can't rhyme. Most poetry doesn't. I just prefer to. It helps with the flow and keeping time. Don't knock it until you try. If you do, I think you'll find It can ease your mind.
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Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
Anyone can write poetry
nankurunaisa one word, a clutch to hope, to wish, to tell to not worry too much everything’s gonna be good everything’s gonna end well
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Oct 14, 2020
Oct 14, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
nankurunaisa
Recently, I haven’t been feeling myself. I feel like I’ve lost myself over the years.   There are more times of me feeling hollow, empty than of me being happy.  I don’t know how to explain it.  Nor do I even know how to fill that hole.   People say that it’ll get better.                               What will? When? Why did it happen? People say that things will change.                             For better?  No. You don’t know that. Often, I look out the window and imagine an alternate world.  Some place where I would be smarter.  Prettier.  Liked more.  Better.   That wish might overlap with some people. Being a Marvel fan, I always wanted to have Spider-Man powers.  And maybe a piece or fragment of Tony Stark’s intelligence and creativity.   Creativity that I had lost over the years.  Intelligence that I never had to begin with.  Powers or abilities to make me proud of who I am.  Now I have none of those and the only thing that is left of me is the empty shell and the mask that I wear to hide.. me. - I’m not proud of myself.  Nor are my parents.  Not even my friends.  If they were to know who I was.  I hide behind smiles and jokes.  I use your humor as a way of keeping people at a distance.   No, my parents aren’t divorced.  No, I’m not disabled.   Yes, I attend a fairly good school.  Yes, I have good people around me.   Despite all the good things I have, I can’t stop feeling. Useless. Worthless. Not enough.  I don’t feel motivated to do anything.  I feel like the part of me that wants everything to end is taking over me day by day.  I sometimes want to jump out of the window but I fear pain.  I’m weak.  I want to buy pills and swallow the whole bottle but I don’t know what pills to buy.  It’s hard to get ahold on them here in Japan.  Should I burn everything I own before I die?  Or disappear after selling everything?   I feel the need to do so so that my parents don’t have anything to look back on.  So they wouldn’t have to feel so ashamed about having me as a daughter.  I cry often now.  My father tells me that I did this to myself.  Bad grades.  Bad friendships.  No motivation.  I’ve disappointed many people in my life.  I cry feeling sorry for myself even though I have dug my own grave.   I somehow never seem to learn.  I think there’s something wrong with me.  I’ve been telling my parents there’s something wrong with me but they just tell me I’m making up things.  Excusing myself from the reality that I am a disappointment.  That I messed up.  That I am dumb.  Useless.  I will never amount to anything.  I am hollow.  I am but a shadow of everyone else that used to be friends with me.   I am not writing this for hope that I will change.  I just feel the need to put this out there.  Not for help.  I don’t seek help anymore.  Nothing will ever change.   Some say, “Not with that attitude” but I’m tired of hearing those words.  I’ve already made and broken so many promises that I am not worthy of change.  Or a miracle.  I sometimes wish that whenever I go out to buy groceries, a car or truck will hit me.  I wish for an accident to happen so that I will die.  Or that something drastic would happen to me so that I will be away from everything.  Possibly in a hospital bed.  Possibly dying on the side of the road.  Possibly giving me a disability so that I could finally have an excuse of being who I am.   I’ve imagined people at my funeral.  Not many will be there.  And even those who attend, will have never known the real me.  My true feelings.  About my friends, parents, education—everything and anything.   I am writing this because I can’t tell anyone about this.  I understand that it doesn’t make sense.  Don’t worry about posting comments on this.  I will be glad that it has been read.  Although it was long.  I don’t know who you are or what you have been through.  I apologize for taking up your time.   I don’t know what I am.  Who I am.  What I will be in the future.  I know nothing.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
A. string of thoughts
Recently, I haven’t been feeling myself. I feel like I’ve lost myself over the years.   There are more times of me feeling hollow, empty than of me being happy.  I don’t know how to explain it.  Nor do I even know how to fill that hole.   People say that it’ll get better.                               What will? When? Why did it happen? People say that things will change.                             For better?  No. You don’t know that. Often, I look out the window and imagine an alternate world.  Some place where I would be smarter.  Prettier.  Liked more.  Better.   That wish might overlap with some people. Being a Marvel fan, I always wanted to have Spider-Man powers.  And maybe a piece or fragment of Tony Stark’s intelligence and creativity.   Creativity that I had lost over the years.  Intelligence that I never had to begin with.  Powers or abilities to make me proud of who I am.  Now I have none of those and the only thing that is left of me is the empty shell and the mask that I wear to hide.. me. - I’m not proud of myself.  Nor are my parents.  Not even my friends.  If they were to know who I was.  I hide behind smiles and jokes.  I use your humor as a way of keeping people at a distance.   No, my parents aren’t divorced.  No, I’m not disabled.   Yes, I attend a fairly good school.  Yes, I have good people around me.   Despite all the good things I have, I can’t stop feeling. Useless. Worthless. Not enough.  I don’t feel motivated to do anything.  I feel like the part of me that wants everything to end is taking over me day by day.  I sometimes want to jump out of the window but I fear pain.  I’m weak.  I want to buy pills and swallow the whole bottle but I don’t know what pills to buy.  It’s hard to get ahold on them here in Japan.  Should I burn everything I own before I die?  Or disappear after selling everything?   I feel the need to do so so that my parents don’t have anything to look back on.  So they wouldn’t have to feel so ashamed about having me as a daughter.  I cry often now.  My father tells me that I did this to myself.  Bad grades.  Bad friendships.  No motivation.  I’ve disappointed many people in my life.  I cry feeling sorry for myself even though I have dug my own grave.   I somehow never seem to learn.  I think there’s something wrong with me.  I’ve been telling my parents there’s something wrong with me but they just tell me I’m making up things.  Excusing myself from the reality that I am a disappointment.  That I messed up.  That I am dumb.  Useless.  I will never amount to anything.  I am hollow.  I am but a shadow of everyone else that used to be friends with me.   I am not writing this for hope that I will change.  I just feel the need to put this out there.  Not for help.  I don’t seek help anymore.  Nothing will ever change.   Some say, “Not with that attitude” but I’m tired of hearing those words.  I’ve already made and broken so many promises that I am not worthy of change.  Or a miracle.  I sometimes wish that whenever I go out to buy groceries, a car or truck will hit me.  I wish for an accident to happen so that I will die.  Or that something drastic would happen to me so that I will be away from everything.  Possibly in a hospital bed.  Possibly dying on the side of the road.  Possibly giving me a disability so that I could finally have an excuse of being who I am.   I’ve imagined people at my funeral.  Not many will be there.  And even those who attend, will have never known the real me.  My true feelings.  About my friends, parents, education—everything and anything.   I am writing this because I can’t tell anyone about this.  I understand that it doesn’t make sense.  Don’t worry about posting comments on this.  I will be glad that it has been read.  Although it was long.  I don’t know who you are or what you have been through.  I apologize for taking up your time.   I don’t know what I am.  Who I am.  What I will be in the future.  I know nothing.
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The wind howls louder than a wolf to the moon. But don't worry. Spring is coming soon and will stay until June.
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Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 8:41 PM UTC
The wind vs the wolf
For the first time, I'm not sure what to say. I can't tell you it will be okay Because I don't fully believe it myself yet. I can't tell you not to worry Because we come from different worlds. But they say it's times like these You find out who your friends are. So let me be clear. For what it's worth, You've got a friend in me.
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Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 7:21 PM UTC
For what it's worth
You can't see the light because you are the light. So don't worry about your scars. They'll heal as you fly across the sky like a shooting star. Don't forget the night doesn't last forever even in the land of the midnight sun. As long as you show up half the battle has been won
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC
Night doesn't last forever
Moon of Venus Moon of Osiris I’ve been thinking Of Corona Virus Get Some Chocolate Get Some Coca cola Play some My Sharona It may be Over Soon And You Know I love you To the moon and back.
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
Corona
Some days it's just like AAAAAHHH!!! "But don't worry because life goes on..." Panic! At the Disco 2005
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Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
AAAAAHHH!!!
Revenge is a absolute ***** You were poison to my life, an absolute glitch; but i love you. I'm so sorry for everything, please forgive me, everything will be okay in the end i know. i know i'm sorry okay…. i know. Stay out of my life. You ate my mac and cheese.
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Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
This is Just to Say.
It may hurt you But it helps more in the long run Even if it hurts you its the truth you can't change it try to accept it the best you can Its ok if you can't It was hard for me too Dont worry
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
Truth
And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll let you knock me down to size. I'll stop this ugly petty show. I won't ask you to empathize. And if tomorrow comes for me, I won't be so self absorbed, I'll do more for you and them, I won't leave you so ignored. And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll tell my Dad it's not his fault. I'll take the blame for my side of things, I'll be more grateful for what he brought. And if tomorrow comes for me, I'll fight the urge to rediscover what that needle's all about, I'll leave that up to another. (and I won't have to write that note apologizing to my mother.) And if I make it til tomorrow, I'll take the time to treat you right. I'll back off when you are tired, I'll back you up in the fight. But today is no good, there's nothing left, I'm all alone. I burned each bridge back to life, I've blocked the route to hope and love. So, so long, goodbye tomorrow, I wont be there if you come. Tonight, I'm here, freeing you, as I become a setting sun. Just like that stupid song that was sang by Neil Young.
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Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 5:45 PM UTC
Baiting the Hollow
*i know you may feel a little blue sometimes, but just remember that the sun will rise and so will you.*
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Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
Untitled
Sometimes I think, Pain is okay. If there were no pain in my life, I wouldn't be able to write this way.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
It's Okay
I am strong I say I don't need you today Love, too overrated "I'm free," I stated Relationships, a bore Constant arguing, a war Planning future around them Then breaking up 8 p.m. It seems pretty stupid Worshipping this guy Cupid Everything is now "GOALS!" Love yourself first, poor souls Though I hate to admit I'm maybe afraid to commit A slight soft touch I do miss But not ever craving a kiss Wanting comfort or hugs Their absence presented drugs I am perfectly fine, it's okay Because I don't need anyone today.
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Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
Don't worry
Not being able to face it is one thing. Getting over it is another. But on second thought, why even bother? When it's only been a day or the other.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
Problems? I'll deal with it later.
Tears of sorrow Tears of pain Tears that gleam with light Tears of despair Tears of heartbreak Tears that keep you up all night Tears of joy Tear of grief Tears that are buried deep inside Tears of abuse Tears of embrace Tears that are too hard to hide Tears of death Tears of life Tears that make you smile Tears of hope Tears of chance Tears that haven't shown in a while...
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
Types of tears.