here i am,
writing around a place where people wouldn't be
or you wouldn't see.
since we got closer,
I did more harm than good to you.
you are great,
and would be better without me.
all those misunderstand
all these fun on the end
were just a warming memoirs by then.
as the time passes by
i just counting the times that fly.
my only hope are
the dua'a keeps coming and never die...
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