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December 10, 2017
Triggered. in Memory lane
I can’t seem to unsee the image of those green joggers, of the exact same hue as the musty old carpet my feet are on. Somewhere below me, I hear the opening song of Maria Mercedes’ sinatron. I’m ...
November 16, 2017
6 coffees in Surabaya. in Emo the fuck out.
If I wake everyday feeling less and less of myself, I wonder what will become of me ten years from now. I promised myself this year. But the year’s swept by and me with it somehow. I should be te...
