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Are you okay?

Is this for real? I heard you cry and mumbling the words “I’m sorry, I’m fine”. But, which part of crying that is fine? It was blue, red, and grey altogether; mixed undone. Didn’t we agree if all hell broke we would run to each other? It was 3 blocks, 2 miles, perhaps hundred steps, and one call away. Thus, I’ve called you— thousands of times and sent you letters with the whole secret code of our “SOS”. Yet, which day of yours that you’ve never received the package? Was it Friday the movie marathon? Was it Saturday the mountain and Sunday the shore? Or was it Monday to Thursday the uninterrupted work? Or would you prefer the nights? What about the sleepless nights that were wasted because of the ache? Like the time you longed for things you can grasp— the sand, the tree, the hair or the hands of someone who took you to another salvation?

I think I am about to start the plan X — the same exact plan you created in case if the boat sunk; drowning, gasping, still I could count the chances till the next wind blow coming. So, if you knew the road and said the moon will follows;

is it a dead end?

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"Ini lagu apa sih? Kok shaloom shalom?"

- Puput, 22th who thought that all these time I said "shaloom" is because I was inspired by this song. She literally misheard the lyric to shaloom instead of shadow.

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