Everyone was a betrayer,
Their weapon was my weaknesses.They shot me
everywhere emotionally,
with the bullets of truth.It killed me because I was guilty,
dead on spot with pool of blood,
Filled with evidences and unsaid feelings.
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Drowning In my Thoughts (incomplete)
PoetryOur minds are like an ocean with massive thoughts and dark things that nobody will ever see but only by yourself. (will fix this soon) #4 in Proses 26.08.19 #5 in Proses 02.09.19 #13 in Proses 19.09.19