THE WORD GALAU

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In the name of twilight, we part in poetry.

Sir, something broken will be difficult to make whole again.

Can you appreciate my struggle even a little bit?

if not together at least do not hurt each other.

Regret is just an excuse to come back.

Stop caring is the end point of your long story.

You accept what you write in the story.

Removing the almost grasped turns out to be more painful than releasing what has been grasped.

Because playing the heart is not as easy as talking about feelings of mutual love. However, it feels there, but it is not needed

Broken and cracked, though,

The universe works together with the universe.

Keep the distance between us.

Rasaku gamang, about us still candramawa.

Stay afloat

Even though I know there's no hope

Smiling is just polite

But it's hard for me to leave

I'm actually waiting for your movement

Farther

And all that remains

Be a classy woman, though,

respecting each other's women.

Not even dropping each other.

Stop hurting yourself with uncertain expectations.

In the end, our story ends with the status of a friend

you are the exception to my love.

Tonight, miss the coffee.

I can only sip I can't hold it.

I gulped without even hugging.

Take it incomplete.

Missing each other, making the atma end up disappointed. Silence brushed aside a treasure, which used to be anchored to your mother. The most beautiful building at the time.

The pseudo-shadow slowly faded away. Lost, without leaving the direction. Living a life full of life.

But at that time, there was a tribe that whispered, "you deserve to be happy"

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