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I hate staying too long in this town

This town had too many memories

Most of it are those I yearn to forget


As day goes by, I can’t help but remember

Remember about what happened


When days turns to weeks, I can’t help but wonder

Wondering about what could have happened


When weeks passes by, I can’t help but yearn

Yearning for what should have happened


And by the time I can finally leave

It will be like I never had leave in the first place

I’ll be the same emotional wreck I used to be when I decided that I had enough of this town, enough of the memories it hold

That I want to leave it


Along with those that make it’s hard for me to breathe in this town



Erlita Putranti,

Overdosis lagu galau, drama romantis, dan segala jenis unyu – unyuan lainnya



An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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