I am writing to remember this time.
It was 7 am. I was restless.
Even though I pulled an all nighter,
I could hardly close my eyes. I was tired. Yes.
But...
Instead of sleeping again after Subuh like I always do, I lay still on my bed.
Thinking of you.
As of today, it has been exactly 8 days.
And you have been so sick.
What am I supposed to do? This all
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