Silence, Sepi & Poetry
Disaster or the Destiny of the Universe

Calm down, the one who leaves will be replaced

And the ones that are replaced, hopefully there are no more search words

Too tired to bury empty memories

Grief, sore holding back the longing coil that makes the groggy

Nelangsa has been scraping too deep in the flow of love

Harsa is hirap

Gata a kirana

Either a disaster or the fate of the universe

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Passion for you to carry out their activities, may you like my simple poetry huh hehe.

One more thing, I'm a guy ya not a girl wkwk ntar in think girls again.

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