the way sampoerna cigarettes have a crackling sound as it burns
ah, hurt.
but reading that blog made me think, i'm thankful that i'm loved in return
instead of just "tepuk sebelah tangan".
i hope she's happy doing what she's doing, i know i couldn't do it if i were her.
you can tell when she dreams about him, it's seen in the way she talks about him
and there's never going be any given back.
i wonder if you snap and break, and maybe you do but no one saved you.
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