I feel like time stop for me,
atmosphere around me started to change,
it's not colourful anymore,
just a classic black and white.
Every steps that I took to that huge building,
somehow make my legs shakes,
Make my hands go cold,
I can't help but wishing desperately for something that can make my life become colourful again.
But everytime it has started to be colourful,
it fades away quickly,
even if there was a person who willingly want to colour my life,
they messed it up by spraying a water to my life drawing canvas.
Faded,
that's how my student life is,
dark, guilty, colourless, painful.
Time paused,
wind coldly passing my cheeks.
I'm trembling,
Feels like in a completely dark world.
Along the way,
I gave up in finding a colourful vision.
ANDA SEDANG MEMBACA
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