Midnight thoughts
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Publikasi terakhir Rab, Nov 14, 2018
She used to draw with colors, now grey is her favourite. She used to write long and deep but now she can't bring herself to write a word. She used to speak her mind so loud, everyone knew her inside out, now she hides and hopes for the best.
This is the story of old me and my very untamed and loud thoughts. You'll witness our daily fights and how cruel she plays.
And only then you'll get to decide am I crazy? Or am I crazy?
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