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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?

Malam datang dan sesapimu dengan sepi Kadang syahdu dan memelukmu dengan hangat Kadang begitu dingin dan rasa sakitnya sampai ke rusukmu Kemudian kamu lupa bagaimana mereka pergi Lupa pada titik mana ketika akhirnya yang tersisa tinggal sunyi Lupa bagaimana caranya berteman dengan sepi Lalu kenapa kamu suruh mereka pergi, Dan kamu hilangkan semua alasan mereka untuk tinggal?