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

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