hart ⋅

Indonesian girl that pour out mind-juice every day to make a poem. Sadly her life is sad.

It is what it is.

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It was midday November 13th, Sarah knocked on the door. The house was old, a bit of an antique. Walls were stained, even the floor was cracked. She couldn’t hear any voice inside the house. Whil...


So I met a new guy on CMB. He was very different from all my exes. My exes were almost all abusive, and he is super… understanding. I was impressed by how he comforted me, how he thinks about my ...


January 12, 2021

His Soldiers. in Just a diary of Hart

Life is surely cruel. People go through pain everyday and nevertheless still living the hell out of it. I don’t mind it, but I’m getting tired of crying. Crying myself out until I cut myself or a...


November 20, 2020

Huh. 2020 sucks. in Just a diary of Hart

2020. My motorbike lover, choir singing uncle passed away on May a week after my birthday. My beloved, most sensitive and humble elementary teacher passed away 3 months after. My aunt passed away...


i was there sitting on a bench in a park full of butterflies were flying around and about sparked joy, no lies people didn’t care they just walked away looking for another because more is better ...


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