THE WORD GALAU

31

Today everything was torturing the heart.

About the atma that was left, gone,

or a story that is not finished but has to stop.

The story that should be eternal, the fate must cause wounds that are not easily replaced.

Your loss is not something I regret,

but it's about loving.

Yes, I love too much, too much,

and it was you who suddenly left me alone.

Without the argument of time, until now I feel only sad.

I wonder what you mean come to me,

just a visit, or intentionally to make me friends with poignancy?

Today, somehow I can keep the same hope.

Either this is just an attempt to pursue afsun for the tribe, or either I am the one who is not tired of participating in atma disappointment.

It's clear now that you're leaving without caring about the elegant story on the piece of kesah. Which sliced slowly at my grimacing disappointment.

While you're passing by for good reason. Busy, don't want my disappointment piled up.

I'm here to concern myself with the shame, about you coming back, with the ins and outs of my prayers always, and still believe in the word perhaps.

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My night was made friends with silence, under the nabastala accompanied by the goddess of night and glittering light. The anneal that envelops me, takes me to the imagination room because your akara still feels heartbroken.

The faded grip slowly disappeared, candramawa now that I guess. If the only thing I can do, the nelangsa has approached. Our romance cannot be eternal, all adoration is in vain, the universe has rejected your presence and me by our name.

My love is not as great as your charm, which is why my love does not perish immediately. But what power, not desire among us old, but God does not grant the prayer that we say. We had time to think about how God made love, but it was broken not left.

Tell me, how it feels to lose when the tribe is still so deceived, berahi is still so tempestuous. For I am like a wooden relay, taken care of with a rue by the Goddess. But know that we can't go back.

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Basically who ever endures for no reason and loves without but will go without a message, leave billions of memories, let go of both hands, and will not return.

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Your speech presents a raspody,

your daksamu gives a hug that can warm the heart,

your axe looked at me in the shade as if I were a batari,

at that time I seemed to be bewitched aji tranquilizer.

You gave me all affections, though,

make a long-dead heart come back together,

you can make your heart feel anomalies,

able to make me feel beautiful like a kasturi flower.

Like a cup of water, the thirst-quenching musyafir

No poetry, no poetry.

I don't know what I should describe this feeling like

is that what I should use like?

Is the latitude above the nabastala? or the mega twilight I was staring at? I don't know

My lips are clogged up in my treasure

There is no series of kasturi as beautiful as your lugumu said

no matter how many millions of hours I have to spend with you

just shut up don't you have to talk, let me tell you what the heart wants 'I really love you'

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Be happy.

The only way to get everything back to being like everything is to be happy.

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But until now, the little girl who could only hold back sobs alone behind the door of her room was still in trouble.

The sound of shards seems to have become his favorite music every day. The house that was supposed to be a place to take shelter, it turned into a place where the hope of death depends.

Who are you kissing my father's hand? who are you sitting on my father's lap?

Don't you think how dirty you are? what is that name? why didn't Buana just throw you out of the universe?

A wheel of spite runs through the eye, dripping a million nestas you don't even know what it's like.

Look at my house, it's beautiful, isn't it? the friction of the glass was the first greeting in my house.

Look at my house, ah I mean. Look at my hell. Brutal right?

Why is the universe killing me so sadistically? pierced dagger envy endless, spanked whip envy ravage.

God, god,

How long do I have to hold on?

This Atmaku is tired of being torn apart by the shadows of retisalya. My chest is too sore to hold the wound that continues to emit rudira.

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Anila's gusts softened me, witnessed by the cloud-covered goddess of the night, I was brewing my longings in the name of the master whose current daksa I could not keep.

Sir, I miss you tonight.

Allow me to scapegoat black coffee as my human reason which is in fact my human reason for missing you.

Sir may I ask you that you only brew one name in your shadow, only me, without the dahayu girl who used to knit asmaraloka with you.

Sir, I'm sorry if I'm selfish, because I don't want you to get too late in steeping your longing for me and your longing for her, I just want you to miss me and not her.

Sir, you have chosen me as your new master, and I have made you my master. Sir, I don't want you to share your longing for anyone, because your longing is mine.

Mine is mine, I don't want to share it with anyone.

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WE'RE BOTH

Different in terms of revealing the taste,

you are capable of harboring and I choose to paddle.

Become an awkward compatibility full of funny.

We slowly walk down the recesses of each heart with many uncolonized pandoras asked.

Insist on each other making opium even though the heart is actually deaf with a happy secret.

Just dwelling on the beauty of love,

together with sharp barbs that are always on alert full of desire stab two people who mutually soothe wounds.

Hope the universe this time is not joking by uniting two hearts— starts foreign— who link each other.

The umpteenth time, there is an honest thing about me to the sky and his mother that always bears silent witness to the bashful confession of the virgin soul here, he said,

"I want to be a treasure grower for one of your friends so that he does not always look at what makes it plaintive. Even if the universe laughs at the breakup, I don't regret loving him".

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I just wanna see your beautiful face,

wanna touch your heart, man,

wanna hold your hand, wanna,

j-just wanna know what you feel now.

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Everyone will feel at their weakest point. The point where you feel like you're really falling, then being thrown very far away, with a feeling that's so fragile.

—Bullshit_3125



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