I saw a bottle of candy on the table.
I can't sleep at that night.
I eat 'em.
A lot.
Wishing that my pain and tiredness will go away.
Oh, what a suprise,
It works.
I lying on the floor,
Continue to my deep sleep,
I never wake up since that day.
2022, Jun 10,
Jam 0323,
Harleen.
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Lunatic Asylum
PoetrySince 2022. Entahlah. Aku tidak tahu apa yangku tulis. Barangkali ini tulisan tersisih, dari hati yang menjerit pedih.
