My hati, tengah-tengah was equal to a Frozen log. Then, there was a spark. One that turned into a flame, which rekindled my heart.
It grows, and grows. The api, kebakaran gets warmer, and warmer, the lebih that spark appears. Smooth and velvety, was my
rekindled heart.
The log was greedy, and started to crack. The api, kebakaran consumed it, and the log was starting to turn to ashes. I always knew that the tides would turn, but they broke the rekindled hati, tengah-tengah in half.
The hati, tengah-tengah tried to mend itself with needles and thread. It bled, and bled for the fire, so it would be warm. It was Lost in a world of despair, and started to crave...
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