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@phenomenological
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late lunch, kalian jangan lupa makan ya. have a great day ;)
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— • est. 1997 ! ` lookin for thrill and dopamine with sense of accomplishment • | A BRAT for sure ¿¡ Flowers knows me better than a person # — | architechture and design enthusiast ° — ☆
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@phenomenological
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lo nantangin gua jabanin. prinsip nya gaakan jauh dari itu. i will be a brat as much as i want honey.
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@phenomenological
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oh the crow is flying,
the rains are falling,
the heart that's never been your belonging,
a stitch up soul is lying.
cry about it,
it will never returns the same.
all the beliefs will turn into a reality,
the same soul has its own specialty.
- J, the crow soul.
the rains are falling,
the heart that's never been your belonging,
a stitch up soul is lying.
cry about it,
it will never returns the same.
all the beliefs will turn into a reality,
the same soul has its own specialty.
- J, the crow soul.
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@phenomenological
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a phone rings,
the bells dings,
a grieving soul is never the case here,
its just the jester who played it.
the canvas never contains any loves,
they just there for anyone.
a cracked heart isn't the jester fault.
its your fault to lending it to him.
a soft hue never appears in his eyes,
its only you with those eyes.
-J, a jester painter.
the bells dings,
a grieving soul is never the case here,
its just the jester who played it.
the canvas never contains any loves,
they just there for anyone.
a cracked heart isn't the jester fault.
its your fault to lending it to him.
a soft hue never appears in his eyes,
its only you with those eyes.
-J, a jester painter.
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@phenomenological
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the cigarette burns bright,
and my mind is still not have a clear sight.
the city awake and so loud,
yet my mind is louder.
a paintings looked at me straight in the eye,
where the thought never get away.
a smoke stained heart,
and a paint that never dried.
a wounded love thats all it takes,
its never really a mistake.
-J, cigarettes that stained the canvas.
and my mind is still not have a clear sight.
the city awake and so loud,
yet my mind is louder.
a paintings looked at me straight in the eye,
where the thought never get away.
a smoke stained heart,
and a paint that never dried.
a wounded love thats all it takes,
its never really a mistake.
-J, cigarettes that stained the canvas.
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@phenomenological
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what a naive boy u are!
fools by the sweet things that he offers,
your heart longing,
never be your belonging,
god knows how hard he try to convince you,
but your heart its still doesn't have a clue.
trying hard never the case here,
why only you that takes the wire?
don't you see the eyes?
is there you inside?
-J, naivety of a fool.
fools by the sweet things that he offers,
your heart longing,
never be your belonging,
god knows how hard he try to convince you,
but your heart its still doesn't have a clue.
trying hard never the case here,
why only you that takes the wire?
don't you see the eyes?
is there you inside?
-J, naivety of a fool.
