My super dungeon, my best companion, my glasses, my cup of coffee.. eehm what else.. uhh my writing book and pen. that's all i need to make me feel sooo comfort. and i start to looking for my sense of humor which is God make me have to find it and searching a bit hard somewhere. Sometimes i have to ride my bike someplace. In mountains, forests, lakes, beaches even suburbs and downtown. I lost sometimes. i kind a like this journey. ehhm.. what was i looking for? ooh yes.. My sense of humor
What makes you angry to me
I feel the same way you do
What makes me want to shout loud at you
I bet you get the same thought to me
I bet you do
You bet i do
I cannot figure it out why you just like my best enemy
Ever!
Yesterday we just fine and smile each other
But when we woke up in the some other morning
You said, i was the wrong person you have ever known
You kill me for the first time you woke up in the one perfect and fine morning
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