counting days, weeks, months, years to the day where I could voice out my anxious questions on your past that you still linger. but then I ask myself, isn't healing takes time? it can be longer than I thought. So, when is the right time? or it's the day where I'm no longer there?
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PoetryAl Fatihah untuk hati yang selalu mengalah. Nadi kisah yang aku kurung bisu dari dunia P/s : bukan semuanya hasil aku Should have done this last year, but I'm demotivated so it's a loooong journey before it'll be completed
