"You make a lot of people worry about you, you know," he said.
Silently, in my heart, I thought, I'm sorry.
I've got the bombs to make you blow / the beats to it bang
Cendol terrorist. Aspiring henna artist. Ink addict. Raksasa. Indecisive. Roars when buttons are pushed. Nocturnal. Bed lover. Flip flops. Messy hair. Born in Sabah, in Europe for the past decade. Loves to eat, crawl under the sheets, smoke in rain, sleep at the beach.
Quiet down I need to make a sound
Forever young
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