Devil me
Please
Don't get addicted
To you
The more i deny, it feels like something inside me, strunggle want to come out
Crawling and torn me apart
Devil me
Dearest Angel,
Cure me
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
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