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Hai my lovely readers J

Aren’t you gonna sleep? Glad to accompany me? No.. really? Oh I uhm.. I just can’t sleep, be.
but I wanna tell something mainstream, which has asked me to type something.
S O N G. what have just appeared in your mind when you read it? Lyric, symbols, and memories…or?
Some days ago, I heard a sentence directly, “a photo has its own memory,..” do you think that song has its own memory too? For me, song is…
Sometimes… I miss it, sometimes I adore it, sometimes I just “play” it. I miss the memory, I adore the time, that once brought me there with the memory, then I play it to keep my heart calm..
Over… Over night it will be so loyal to be with me, over for an end. It has its way to make me decide something..
Nervous… Every time I sing it loudly, I would be nervous with the people around me, every time I sing it, I would be so nervous to meet each person whom I meant in it before.
Going crazy.. Yes.. just don’t let me alone in a room with a music player, mirror, and headset, or I gonna ruin my neighbors, dude.  
Each part of song has always kept me calm.. taken care of me.. taken after my broken heart maybe, and given applause for each happiness.. But what can I do to create a tone for it? I’m just so easy to play it, or even called it when I needed. When didn’t? So I don’t think so that we ( me and song) were made for each other. Extremely I’ve done my best a week ago, the day after yesterday, yesterday, and some minutes ago. Oh just forget all.. I gonna dance through the night and forget this writing.


Cau,

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