how nice when i can smell the warm of touch
greeting myself how much the love i owe
to be really mean and cool
the other side of eyes
i can't smile
hard when it used to be
but
tercalar dihujung luka kerana jiwa yang berpaling mengejar dunia impian yang kini utama berbanding tempatnya berapa harga yang perlu dibayar...
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