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Too hurt to be true.

I'm feeling down. I just wanna talk to no one, but God. I can't trust people lately, they're too cruel.
I just want to be alone, in the place somewhere out. When no ones dares to talk to me, no one would explain something I can't understand, no one could ever come to me, even leave me.

Nothing but alone.

People are just too cruel if you're true.
People are just too cruel if you're fight.
People are just too cruel if you're perfect.
People are just too cruel if you're a lover.

I wont guessing or wondering.
I just feeling down.
I can't understand people. Or I just can't understand myself?

A letter to hate

I can make my own world.

Who are you and who am I?
You are you, and so do I.

People hates,
People loves,

I can tell you the truth,
that peoples hate you.

We are not diffrent at all,
It just me that wasn't tall.

I just can keep myself down,
to remind me I'm on the ground.

You can spread the world who you are,
but you can't tell us who we are.

Focus mode!

Well! here is some of reference what kind of music I really enjoyed when every time I'm doing something like... FOCUS, like when I'm doing crafting or drawing or paintings, or maybe when I'm reading.
But, I'm basically love to hear an instrument without vocal like an old orchestra Beethoven and many more, cause it makes me feel like more calm, relax, and focus. Because when I hear music with vocal I probably gonna sing that song along staring at the mirror and I probably forget about what am I doing.
so yeah, this playlist is one of million playlist I pick randomly on youtube (Just for an example).
Enjoy! it might be your anthem. hehe



(copyright : YouTube)

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If words

Expect something good to happen.

Romance

by Edgar Allan Poe

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

To You

by Walt Whitman

LET us twain walk aside from the rest;
Now we are together privately, do you discard ceremony,
Come! vouchsafe to me what has yet been vouchsafed to none—Tell me the whole story,
Tell me what you would not tell your brother, wife, husband, or physician.

New Years

It's a new year.
Memories be memories.
Let's face the other years.
It's a new year.
Let's push ourselves into beyond.
And find out what's going on.
It's a new year.
I learn and I learned.
Everything seems to be yearned.
It's a new year.
It's a whole new chances.
Don't threw it like its ashes.
It's a new year.
Use your time.
Like u never gonna make in time.

Constant battle

I walked along the way
Spending my time alone
And suddenly I remember,
Remember you.

And all the memories
Who faded,
Now back to being snappy
When you're disappear.

And actually I,
I don't like the memories that come as this.
Because, tears would be too easy to fall.

Again, and again
I denied my promise
For this.

A war
Oh, a war
Oh, a war

Between should be remember
Or forgetting.
I love you
I love you

A war
This is a constant battle,
Don't you understand darling?
That I love you.