Kenapa saya tidak boleh merasakan apa yang saya rasa
Kenapa saya harus bungkam ketika kata memaksa untuk mengalir
Kenapa saya harus memiliki keberterimaan yang tidak pernah mampir
Kenapa saya harus ada ketika ingin tiada
Kenapa saya
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Frank Ocean’s Moon River on repeat as the shuttle drove further from the only place that smelled like home. I held my tears just like always, and it’s still streaming down my cheek -just like always. There are things that you’ll never used to no matter how often you’ve get through it, like being fat, or having a bad grades, or going back to Bandung after a happy long weekend. I used to love Bandung, or probably still do, but now Bandung just feels like the pain I need to bear over and over again. You are okay You are okay You are okay Be okay joon, please?
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