TAKDIR TERINDAH | OG

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She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken and won't ask for help

She is messy but she's kind
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up
and shattered into pieces of a broken soul

She is gone, transformed by the weight of life,
turned into someone I can hardly recognize.
She is gone, not by leaving,
but by becoming someone else, worn down by time.

She is me.
Haya Humayraa.