Cynthia Pardede

Suppose I die tomorrow
Will I be alright?
No, I won't, Father
For it would be selfish to be gone alone
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I laugh at her for she oft feels bored in the crowd
For she oft be ignorant
For she oft tries defining what friends are
For she oft be anaesthetized
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What do people pursue?
Why is everybody running?
Though there is no finish line.
Though the track is circle.
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As a woman
I'd rather spending my time alone
In my room
Sitting in tranquil solitude
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A friend of mine is a tough one
One day she had a problem with her health
Went to hospital by herself
Spent one night in the patient room alone
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In pretension
You are burying something hasn't died
You are
Not dead yet
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Someone told me,
if we spend a lot of our time sleeping,
it means that we don't derive pleasure from life.
I hope to see you at the finish line, My friend.
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Girls and women, what if
i told you that
bitching
is neither cool nor making you prettier?
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Dark to dark
Dark, dark, and dark
O thou the moon
I wish I could be like thee
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He was born to be buried
He breathes to exhale
He walks so that he could come
To a stand
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Clepe me pharisaic was nothing
Nay, hypocrite was I
Clepe me sadducee was nothing
Nay, hypocrite was I
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