THE WORD GALAU
25
Be ill.
For some reason, this heart always feels a deep pain when it thinks of you.
But stupidly, all I have in mind at all times is you.
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Netra we fight, netra,
sudden mute speech,
anila blows with shahdu, she,
brings the whole monk homesick.
Kala bumantara turned orange,
you come back lovingly,
your act implies harsa,
it's like trapping me back in an asmaraloka.
You spread your hands,
gave me room to voice longing,
your lips form an arch, though,
I define it as a smile of happiness.
In that embrace we are in harmony,
saying the same prayer,
with full fists.
May the universe never come back to separate us.
_
The pain ended up sad, though,
that wistful man brought a nelangsa,
the nelangsa produced retisalya.
And you'll lose a treasure, so forget everything and consider yourself perfect.
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Hasn't man always been like that?
Looking for one in a thousand who are able to remove the longing, but after getting it it is actually lost to make a disturbance.
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There is no need to say love to something you love.
Just once, before you regret for not having the time to say it.
Right, there's one chance that can't be repeated.
Think mature to just hate or give opinions that are not in accordance with the conditions.
No one knows tomorrow how time will take itself away.
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Fallen leaves never hate the wind
he let himself fall without expectation
Inevitably, let go of everything
until here, understand, right?
ー
Until tonight, I wish you were here hugging me.
Showing your beautiful smile, your sweet laugh, your sweet voice.
Wish all the memories about you were always etched into the brain's memory album. Why do you have to go?
ㅡ
Welcome to June, may I ask you to bring me treasure and clear all the nestapa in May?
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Laughter of those who are broken,
The buried cry.
Them; what you don't want to know.
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I'm gonna take you off now.
I never realized that my love was burdening you.
Sorry, I held your hand too tight.
Even when that hand is not mine to hold.
_
Pardon,
If I wasn't the person you were looking for. But, can you appreciate my struggle a little? I just need some good treatment from you, but in fact, you just don't care about it.
Am I too stupid to be blinded by love?
_
As soon as I recover, I know your wounds are very painful. Your high hopes, not equal to the facts.
To him, your loud screams sounded foreign. You are unarmed, armed only, but wounded and afflicted. Quickly recovered, truly God is merciful.
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Stop being selfish, the relationship you are trying to maintain starts to hurt and look heartbreaking. Stop sticking around calling love, you know, you're no longer with each other in romance.
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Everything slowly disappeared, though,
because it is washed away by space,
and can only hug the rest of the banyang.
I'm here by myself, though,
with the illusion, though,
with full effort to expel nestapa to leave,
who are still approaching.
Every day I cry, sweet,
Missing someone who missed,
of course the past, though,
which is no longer one.
Our goals start to differ,
your way there, you,
and I'm staying here with him, too,
with good memories of course.
Sometimes I cry, really,
without a reason that makes me careless,
confusion whether to go, where,
and feel like you have nobody,
even this self feels useless.
I felt depressed for a long time,
that became all messy,
slowly that began to be emotional,
without having a reference.
I'm tired, I'm tired,
being a lost man, lost direction,
and I started to forget what it called home.
_
Is it too hard for you to tell me if you miss me?
Why raise your ego?
If you miss, just say it.
Don't make things more complicated.
ㅡ
If you want to go, go.
If you want to give up, give up.
Don't make too many excuses, because I'm tired of hearing all the lies that come out of your mouth.
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Sometimes the brain does not align with the heart.
The brain cries out tired, the heart struggles.
The brain hits all the memories that want to break in.
The heart struggles to make all memories to look beautiful.
ㅡ
Have you? Lupainic.
Does he care?
You also have to learn not to care.
ㅡ
My night was just filled with sadness, accompanied by the cold of the sarayu gusts, about arjuna that can only make me sob.
Forcing my brain and heart to collide, thinking about having to defend or let go.
A piece of memory reminds me, of the adoration I once did full for you. However, all you gave me was a hunk of grief.
Thanks to you, at least I know, how the matter of the universe when giving an inca to make my tongue mute, suddenly my voice mute.
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Behind all the opium about you,
I am a group of all doubts.
The longer I kept quiet
when about us still uncertain.
Among the many commas,
I'm a question mark.
What does the universe want?
This is about doubt.
Are you really, baby?
or just a tranquilizer?
or maybe, wishful thinking?
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Hugged but strange.
Want to meet but end up saving longs.
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