Lody Heront
Like a wilted flower
Yeah... Like a wilted flower
That is the right metaphor to describe me right now.
I have changed so much.
My world no longer have the sun.
Dark,
Dark,
And dark.
The beautiful life has been destroyed by the toxic and now dragged me into the abyss of destruction.
Only one question "can i survive?"...
Memory on 1999 - South Jakarta
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