This isn't a WAR
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Last published Wed, Jun 12, 2019
Aku sendiri
selalu sendiri dan selalu dengan kesendirian .
Siapa aku ?
Siapa mereka ?
Mengapa aku tak bisa keluar dengan kebagiaan ?
Mengapa selalu kesedihan dan sikap dingin yang terpancar pada diri ini.
Bukan aku yang meminta semua ini bukan aku yang ingin semua ini!!
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