There was a time I allowed myself to dream of all the cliches with you…
As badly as I knew it would hurt, I was addicted to the temporary happiness
We were fire, burning and red
Dying into embers as fast as we lit
Perhaps what hurts is not just losing you
But all the wasted effort from hopes
I cannot come to grips that all we have left are ashes
Imagine Us 
sedih lan pake bangett 😦
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