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Cindy Destiana Nariswari (XI-6 / 09)
Today and tomorrow
Will it be better than before?
it's dropped every time I'm alone.
Will I ever come home?
Wish I could just close my eyes.
So I can see myself.
My heart as cold as winter on December.
Why cannot they remember?
Like a snow, they buried me down.
My blurry eyes can't even talk.
I can hear the wheels passing through.
But I can't hear my own voice.
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