The Frightened
Why are you standing there?!
Lost in the nightmare
Without the pale air
Gray,
Can't blow your cloud
Effort as if i would
Don't wish me to be proud
Feels like a died wood
Gray,
Come near
Whisper these ear
With your strong drum beer
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Dewi Saraswati Angelin
I have been working as a teacher and pharmacist. I love music. I love to write everything what i'm feeling.
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