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I learned early that loving someone is the most inefficient form of weakness.
          It slows your decisions.
          It corrupts your logic.
          It makes your hands hesitate when they should be steady.
          
          So I trained myself to replace affection with control, warmth with distance, honesty with strategy. I became someone who wins, not someone who hopes.
          
          But at night, when the city finally shuts up and even monsters are forced to listen to themselves, I wonder—
          if this is really sacrifice…
          or just cowardice disguised as responsibility.
          
          Because the truth is, I do not fear losing her.
          
          I fear that if she ever truly understands me, she will realize that I was never her shield.
          
          I was simply the disaster that learned how to speak gently.

You always talk about people like they are equations—
          variables that can be solved, controlled, or minimized.
          But you never include yourself in the formula.
          
          You stand in the middle of chaos and call it logic.
          You bleed quietly and label it stability.
          You call survival ‘being fine,’ as if pain becomes harmless once it is analyzed.
          
          Kirana, intelligence does not cancel grief.
          And silence is not the same as strength.
          
          You are not weak for breaking.
          You are reckless for pretending you never did.
          
          One day, your body will confess what your mouth keeps denying.
          And I am afraid that when that day comes,
          the world will finally realize how much you carried—
          only after you no longer can.
          
          So if you insist on disappearing behind numbers, logic, and calm expressions…
          at least let one person remember that you were human first,
          not just functional
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/387336868?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=library&wp_uname=Akurajinngoding

Jika kau tidak menemukan pola dalam garis hidupmu yang acak ini, biarkan aku menjadi pusat distribusinya. Gunakan frekuensiku sebagai alasanmu untuk tetap sinkron dengan realitas, meski seluruh duniamu terasa seperti data yang rusak -Kirana

Tiga Variabel: Putra-Putri Fajar up ya 3 chapter heheh 

Michael itu,,, ada yang salah dengan pola pikir dan isi kepalanya -William 

Kau tahu, aku selalu percaya bahwa semua data yang rusak memiliki pola. Dan kau adalah pola terindah yang pernah kutemukan -Kirana

Tidak peduli seberapa keras kau mencoba hidup seperti orang lain, pada akhirnya kau tidak akan bisa mengubah siapa dirimu -Leeila

Tidak segala hal yang berkilau itu adalah emas -Edith

Akan kuhancurkan semua dunia yg membuat takdir itu terjadi -Jerry

Apakah kamu berpikir rasa sakit akan membuat mu semakin kuat? Tidak, itu akan membuatmu menjadi monster tanpa hati -William