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as the rain’s pouring down
i’m hoping if it'd be going up again
the road’s slippery; i’m dropping off
as it already finished
i’m hoping if it would come again
the trees are creaking; i’m falling down
if anything happens to me
if anything goes wrong
would you and your slender fingers be here
gripping my hands, hoping that I’d open my eyes
no solid circle circling your leech-finger
for you are a sunset
from which I can’t look away
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alleviating
05:10
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i walk around with unvarying paces every night
perpetually end up in my room unknowingly, covered in perspiration
fan’s spinning, clock’s ticking
and i’m still pondering and mulling over a person
who loves to draw and dream and read and alter someone’s life
“are you real?
are you even real?
are you real to me?
is there any other reasoning to prove that you are truly real?”
the fact that i always think of all the things that i don’t have to
might be the reason why my hands always tremble and i don’t know how to quell it
so talk to me for one day i’ll be dead
and lie to me as if one day i’ll only be some pieces of debris you always pass by
i remember seeing a cat lying down with no respiration
as i'm breathing out into the mirror
i've found myself knowing that i sense just the same
now you’re the only one who can change me into the one of me
but I guess this song can’t even make you care
about anything that i go through
the fact that i always think that there’s not much of a chance for us to just talk and walk
like it’s the last light i ever live in
may be the reason why my heart shudders every time
and i’ll never know if i can hold it anymore
so embrace me for one day i’ll merely be your dust you always ignore even when you can’t sleep
life’s fun, it’s good
look at the sun, i know i won’t be alive for good
but then again, what’s the point of laughing?
what’s the point of grieving?
if all of this keeps on holding me underwater
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radford, very funny
02:12
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let me be your capital letter that you always remember
when you write everything you want to write
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kibou
04:40
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nodding to campesinos! while looking at your old tweet about your pets
their assertion about you not coming here on (the) 18th is the best thing i’ve heard in a week
‘cause if you were, i’d be sobbing and weak
but all the same, another lonesome on the weekend
it was cool to see you laugh on 720
i chuckled when i saw your left sleeve was pulled up but the right
it’s absurd to know that you always make me happy
knowing we’re never holding on tight
when you’re already outside the border
would you at least give me a hug?
would you make me feel like i’m not a total vain?
‘cause it seems that my depth has no depth anymore
i say things to you mostly at 2 am or so when you already lie under your duvet
so when you barely wake up and sit on the edge of your white-covered bed, routinely checking your iphone
i’m hopefully hoping it’ll be on the top still
'cause I know it’ll be concealed by at least a half of your 492K’s morning greetings
just right after their alarms ring
when you’re already outside the border
would you at least give me a hug?
will you make me feel like i’m not a total vain?
'cause it seems that my depth has no depth anymore
will we have a cup of tea or two, just two of us
then talk about how I hate fancy coffee mugs and whatnots
if we didn’t meet in two years again
would you still know my name
would you still be aware that i exist
would you make my life brighter than ever
____ _____ ____
would you remember
would you still be aware
would you remember
would you remember
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daydreaming
02:48
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you forget things
don’t you?
don’t you?
(or) do you?
now you’re striving dreams
aren’t you?
aren’t you?
(or) are you?
you don’t forget me
do you?
do you?
(or) don’t you?
you’re not being strived
are you?
are you?
(or) aren’t you?
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minor dialogue Tangerang, Indonesia
Bagas Asfriansyah is an Indonesian singer-songwriter who hails under the alias minor dialogue. Bagas also sings and plays guitar for the indie-rock/emo band Eitherway.. The using of the name came from his admittance, which was said that he “doesn’t talk that much to people and is a minor in everyone’s dialogue.” ... more
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