enough..
I save all of my strory..
about me..
about anything that make me not useful..
I stand up at crossroads
silent
I must decide where I go next..
don't bother me anymore
though I don't know..
where I have to run again
catch up the hope
let me,
live with a new breath
that holds the breath of peace
I stand up at crossroads
Regards Nita Aprilianti
nanitnut@gmail.com
taken from : edcoustic, "di persimpangan aku berdiri"
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