I dreamt every time I asleep, then I woke up just to realized, it was still a dream
Every hallucinations becomes very deep just like an arrow being shot by a bow
I used to write every stories, every memories and now I'm out of my ink
I still pretending to be strong, have a will of steel just to tell everyone that I have no hole
Now the night starts to sucked my soul silently like an owl
YOU ARE READING
S.A.T.U.F.A.N.A
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