THE WORD GALAU

24

Cry when you are not able, he said. I'm just capable. But crying still, hurts.

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What else can I do besides surrender

Restless, though it is said to have given up

It is painful, although it does not appear to be bleeding

Let me pour out a sigh

Even though I know it won't end beautifully

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And in the end we'll just split up at a crossroads, you go back to her to continue the romance that had ended and I go back to my mother who is full of nestapa.

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Sometimes jealousy can be disastrous.

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We will, but God does not. We exchange romance, but the universe doesn't give us any blessing in between.

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I love you, very much. Even when you are lost, it creates an estuary of longing. But the Lord is merciful, calm, all the restlessness that he gives, will be bloated.

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if not appreciated, retreat?

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The man covered in nestapa,

it is hard to reach Harsa,

come hold my desperate hand, 

help all your pending dreams.

You have many dreams, though,

lara is in the way,

without knowing when lara left,

but there is me here who always accompany.

Eliminate a series of traumas,

scraping the rubble present in the calf,

slowly open your eyes,

look towards a view that is not always gray.

You are strong with all defenses,

you're great with all the struggles,

and you will not always be drowned out by sadness.

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for the man who always hides the taste of passing paintings

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There are many coincidences

what happens on this earth.

You, and I, are just coincidences.

Passed.

Complaining roar, sharing a bit of a wistful.

Just a minute, not long.

Then, lost.

Back to foreign, until obsolete.

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For every moment you spend summarizing the story of the two of us, I hope the sky continues to invite smiles and the land still lets us stand. Here, the same heaven and earth.

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Nothing is clear, though,

there was only a soul that slowly realized, shabby, then lived in nothingness.

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Tighten the relationship between you and the wind.

Let the wind carry you up to fly over the clouds.

Through the dew you can be free.

Calm your mind and think of the most beautiful.

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God created everything special, but somehow you are different. I am a longing when faced with you, a reed of my ego every chat with you.

I am not perfect in love affairs, but the charm that God bestows on the pakaira tribe, making me feel love is indeed amazingly beautiful.

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July is pretty exhausting, isn't it?

May, in August this time, the universe bring happiness, smiles, and laughter, in the absence of solitude. May all wounds be healed by the Lord.

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