Lost and wondered.
Wondering how she came to be.
And what that "came to be" she had tossed away like trash.
She'd sit out on the balcony and ponder.
Ponder why they even tried with her.
And what that "tried with her" she had taken for advantage.
Interrogation with the interrogator.
But the interrogator was herself.
When she walked past a mirror, it wasn't her problems that haunted her, it was herself.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
CINTA | ✓
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