Lived,loved,and hated


I think I've lived a few times
died and lost and commited a few crimes
I've loved
I've hated
I am loved
and I am hated
I think I've lived a few times
I've seen a lot of faces
and tears leaving traces
Little rocks in my shoes
and still some winding road to follow through.
I believe I've lived a few times
here and there..
but not wandering aimlessly anywhere..
I want to go home
I need to go home.

-Cilandak,4 AM-

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