dad's eyes were teary when he listened to Cenderawasih.
my brother's favourite song.
he prolly miss him.
i do. sometimes.
there's no one to blame here.
i just want everything to get back to normal.
when it used to be 6 not 5.
i want things to change.
but at the same time i want the rest to stay where they are.
perfect is not what i seek.
what i'm seeking is
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