starry eyes and looks
in the outside, i laugh and cheers.
in the inside, i'm begging you to turn ur face out.
i'm begging you to cut the smile on ur face
poor me.
i just hope that this wind will blow.
this river will flow and take me back to the place and space i suppose and should.
it's just that i can't deny fitrah.
guess that i'm still a girl, in and out.
and still, u are my biggest concern.;
.. and i hate it!
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