I try to believe that one day things will be at place.
Everything gonna be okay.
I could stop worrying.
And finally said, the hardwork had paid off.
The broken-hearted will be healed.
But first,
I wish I could meet myself.
I've been trapped in this body. My mind and my actions are moving to the opposite site. They won't be together.
With all the thought I want to believe this is for temporary phase only. I'll move forward. But rather than having calm and clear mind, it is a hurricane. I am tired. Just tired.
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PoetryIt is about my Illnes. I write because I can't "speak". Kadang-kadang kita hanya perlu seseorang yang tanya 'Are you okey?' Atau 'Anything to share?' tapi bila tiada maka kau sendiri tanya dan cerita. Sebab untuk tanggung semuanya dan terus simpan i...
