Hati

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Berdaki
Hitam berkarat

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Berkeledak ia kerana emosi

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Lubang hitam ibaratnya
Kosong
Gelap
Menyedut roh dan jiwa

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Pada diri sendiri

Rumit
Diri ini rumit

Uneasy

There is a knot in me
A knot
Amplified by eerieness
Accompanied by fear
Of the unknown

Am i guilty?
Of treasurring loneliness
Of not appreciating your burdensome ties
Of prefering others over you

I just need space
Where it is only me and my Sylvia Path self

I need to feel the void
As I long to fill the emptiness

Though
I am clueless with what