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we are monsters at heart.
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O yellowish sky, here i am. Embrace the warm clouds,. And melt as your raindrops. I've been waiting for you for a long time," opening the door, he said. You're not planning to stay here forever, are you? As if he could read my mind, he asked. I shooked my head. There was this silence. Or maybe, a cup of coffee? Tea, please. i don't drink coffee anymore," i said. Then tea it is." he smiled and welcoming me inside. His house interior changed pretty much i barely recognised it. Sit down, please! Directed by...
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we are monsters at heart.
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When everything is nothing,. When nothing is everything. I hope so. i've done everything just to make you happy," you said. I don't know. i think i have done nothing that could make you happy," you said. Randomness works in mysterious yet magical way. Aren't we agreed to that?
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we are monsters at heart.
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I know who i am and what i want. I am something,. But i haven't got a chance to prove that i'm not nothing. You get things and lost them so easily,. How can i leave my heart with you? Oh, you're such a pain in my heart.". We met, we said hello, we shared a table,. We talked about things. Yes, we remembered everything. Like how much sugar you poured into your coffee,. Or how i liked whipped-cream on my ice chocolate. All the good years behind,. I caught a glimpse: you were staring at me.
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we are monsters at heart.
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There was this small boy who lived in a small village. He was unlike the other boys. He lived in his own world. When he was on the way home from his school. He saw a beautiful kite flying with no direction. He wanted to ignore it but he could not. This kite was unlike the other kites. As if it came from the other world. So the boy followed the lost kite. Until it got caught on the high tree branches. He hesitated, "should i climb to get it or forget it? But then he decided, he climbed for it. The boy wen...
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we are monsters at heart.
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We used to sleep happily next to each other. The pillow talks,. The good night kisses,. We would fall asleep with holding hands,. We used to sleep happily next to each other. The less pillow talks,. The rare laughter,. No good night kisses,. We would fall asleep without holding hands. We used to sleep happily next to each other. But you don't remember. And what's the point of sleeping next to you,. If i could no longer reach you? You're happy now, but what's next? There is nothing beyond happiness.
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we are monsters at heart.
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Is saying goodbye better than not saying it at all? I am deserved to be loved. But, yes i am. Not quite a friend,. Not quite a stranger. We are (not) strangers,. Dedicated to re, dien, gilang, adnan, senni, gema, yuda. For the love of bandung and us! Oh you, fuck you. Fuck' has never been so ambiguously confusing before. Oh well, fuck you.
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we are monsters at heart.
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we are monsters at heart.
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Most likely to ignore. When you told me you missed me,. I would probably ignore you,. In my deepest heart. I did admit,. That i missed you as much as you did. But in the end,. I didn't say anything,. Not even "i miss you too.". You were hoping me to say the same thing too. Reblogged from my previous blog). Unlike every morning we had passed by,. You gave me a wake up kiss. Before i finally could open my eyes,. You were already there,. Standing beside the window,. You looked at me with a sad smile.
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we are monsters at heart.
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But you're not even that same person anymore.
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we are monsters at heart.
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A dream that is not a dream. It's too sad when i can only see you in my dream.
