My Story
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Publikasi terakhir Sab, Jan 6, 2018
There seems to be some greater force.
Something louder, stronger, and more intense.
Something that has control over fate, over every little thing that happens.
There is something that is trying to force me to the finish line, tripping me as a run and stumble.
The strong feeling that I wasn't even supposed to make it this far haunts me.
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