I thought that I can fly,
So I decided to jump off the roof.I thought that I'm good at drawing,
So I draw lines on my wrist.I thought that I overwork and tired,
So I eat pills to sleep.I always thought that I am happy,
But not till I finally leave.2022, 26 November,
Jam 0906,
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.