I am not a problem maker.
I am not a problem fixer.
I am not both.
I am perfect.
Hate that I miss it so much.
Everyday everything is getting clear enough that nothing can be changed, but your heart.
How you feel and what you do can make a different.
But when i realized it, i found there is no courage left over.
To whom i fight for?
Walking from KTM Station to Monorail Station.
Memory distrubing me.
All this, go away from me.
Don't ruin my morning mood.
For the sudden, i don't know who am i, what i am doing...
What role are you playing?
Just for the sudden.
Pick up the broken part.
Gather it and live again.
That is only you can do.
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