Sometimes I have something to say, but I’m silent.
Sometimes I know what I must do, but I didn’t.
Sometimes I know bad things, but I still do that.
Sometimes I want to share my life with many people, but I keep for my self.
Sometimes I was alone and didn’t know whether happy or unhappy with that.
it’s good or bad?
I think it’s bad..
maap tulisan sampah, buah kegabutan di tengah kesunyian kantor