Turning ugly as days
passed.
Time never stopped.
Lost hair, skin wrinkled
and turns rotten brown as a tree trunk.
Am at the edge, edge of
the world that never was beautiful for me.
As my clock stopped.
I fell just like crushed
paper.
ATONEMENT
It's a thing that I couldn't keep it for myself. Someone trusted me, somebody did tell me, but I couldn't keep it for myself. I ...
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And she falls off from the mount. The tall story that she believed was just a fiction. She couldn’t hold the white lie. And she h... -
I knocked the door just to make sure that it shuts back again. To close all the possible things between us, or maybe I don’t want hurt mys... -
Through the windows, I could see the parallel tracks traveling with me. Rusty brown tracks and pale pink sky made the evening. To an...
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