THE WORD GALAU
13
I'm stuck in an illusion, everywhere as if you and I had each other, and you don't feel the same way at all.
The time that we have been passing both of us, just as if to relieve your temporary boredom.
Sir, have you ever thought that I would keep as much money as I live in the universe?
Do you know the pain of the war I went through when I saw you with the other lady?
Really sir, I'm tired of being in this situation,
the situation where you are present is real, but your race is nothing more than a mirage.
I never even thought, though,
the end of our story is a wound.
The prologue who has been happy all this time,
I dreamt of the same epilogue.
But again I was cornered by reality, that this story is nothing more than a story with a full ending.
A string of names has made a rhythmic tone in my mind,
and I have done a thousand and one things just for the sake of eliminating it.
But in vain— atmaku seemed to refuse.
It's about you.
It was you who made me feel the tension until I was like a stiff carcass,
and at the same time, my affection you made an injury that felt like it had been punctured by thousands of nails.
It's about you.
It was you who helped me carve out a few beautiful stories,
you are able to make myself fall deeply on your afsun.
Was I a candala in your eyes until you made the longitudinal retisalya obliterated?
What I write is only a wound than I feel.
A feeling that may be very painful if it has to be in the pendam itself.
After all the struggles I've been through, you just left me for no reason? Is that a proper reply you'll give?
Loving is far from easy.
I love many challenges and risks.
Loving it is gripping.
And loving it collapses faster.
Slowly everything dies, though,
including taste and heart.
Sometimes I want to give up. But come to think of it, is it fighting?
Probably more precisely a waste of time.
Expectation: I struggle, you accept me with a chest.
Reality: I fought to death, I was thrown away at will.
Sometimes, reality is not as sweet as expectations..
He said, let go of that last resort.
In fact, I fell down.
Wanting to go back to feeling the cry, but Netra refused savagely, even though the heart was being sliced. Nearly eroded.
Losing you wasn't as bad as I thought.
Just like you said, you're one of my stops.
I waltzed with a broken heart, Love.
There was heartache after the dispute.
There are regrets that are always embarrassed to express.
There is an ego that always feels itself winning.
Who are you guys, actually? Equally agree in a relationship, always feel the most dominant, can never hold each to silence.
From the twilight room to the longing horizon, why is it only you who imprint in the heart?
Nabastala was a little sad, accompanying the mistress who was enveloped in a piteous secret. His people screamed because it took too long to stem the longing for the dayita who always grabbed me.
The treatment that always makes me laugh, but it ends with radira invisible to the aksa. Feeling sick and hurting daksa, until it ends with retisalya.
Some of the incas that I had passed together, it just felt like a waste. And in the end I was just wasting time, for the master who likes to paint the pottery.
Many people say that time will heal wounds. However, more precisely, time did not cure anything. Time just passed by. The thing that heals wounds is the thing that we do as time passes, that helps, or even hinders the process of healing those wounds.
dusk has taught me that beautiful will not last forever, it comes even if only for a moment but he will definitely come back tomorrow, at the same time today 🌅.
all the things you involve feeling with her,
you also put God in it.
it will never make you someone who is easily weak and desperate
Because someone is good at taking care of your smile,
someone has seen to take care of all your misses. Then please let me, please,
being a simple person fills every sepimu.
And you are someone who perfectly taught me the meaning of being happy and hurt at the same time in a very simple way
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