Lamented silence in the midst of the din of people speaking indistinctly...
Stifling terror that I felt like running...
Far to a lonely place outdoors...
Away from the deafening roar...
Then let me rest until I lose the worry that ambushed the body...
The light is indeed this place.
Beautiful. the city is beautiful in the sights.
But I'm afraid I didn't just disappear because of the beauty of this city...
Anxiety can remain enveloped in the chaotic commotion of the city that is called the special city of...
Let me run for a bit to the far side
Seeking an answer from an uneasy thousand who were on the receiving end
It's so horrible that even the dab is reluctant to go...
This is nelling for once
I think this atma is just drifting around...
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Aku dan Goresan Puisiku
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