Self reflection.

Every word that comes out of our mouth, every action, every task undertaken,

hanya tuan punya hati yang tahu niat.

Whether it is genuine, or it is to prove ourselves, or to let out our anger, or to deliberately humiliate someone else, or whatever.

So, on a scale of one to ten, how rotten is your heart?

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Damien Rice's cover of creep.

Cair please. Thanks.

Few lines for a shining star.

How did you do it?

How do you make everything seems so dreamy, so effortlessly?

Like those photos you took, of places I've never even been to,

that still somehow evoke these feelings inside me so mixed up that even I can't begin to tell which from which.

Or those lines of words you strung,oh you made it sound so good, I wish I could squeeze myself there- right in between those letters. Who cares if there's very little space left!

You make me want to go to the places you go, and listen to the same things you listened to.

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You're not very nice.

You little shit.