CINTA.
... and the sorrow is for me to swallow.
until one day, I'll find myself numb and won't be able to feel anymore.
CINTA.
not that I don't try to be happy and smile, but sadness always seems to find their way through.
... and the fault is my own, and the fault is my own.
CINTA.
I should've known...
note: reminiscing is the only option. :(
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Buat sajak sedap ni... Nantilah...
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