Activities of Dee Ajeng

'Don't give me anything
Even if it's your attention
Even if it's your love
Even if it's your tears
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Oh Kay you are like a key that opens the door of my heart. Your charm crushes me. Like a clinking machete slicing my flesh thinly cutting my heart. Let you hit my neck with the longing that you create without compassion and mercy.

Kay oh Kay there's no one like you in this world. Because for you, I'm a little kid who can cry for a stuffed toy. Wherever you sing, the rhythm of the music will accompany you. And let the dance floor come to you, twisting and lifting you in a dance that makes everyone crazy.
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Oh Kay you are like a key that opens the door of my heart. Your charm crushes me. Like a clinking machete slicing my flesh thinly cutting my heart. Let you hit my neck with the longing that you create without compassion and mercy.

Kay oh Kay there's no one like you in this world. Because for you, I'm a little kid who can cry for a stuffed toy. Wherever you sing, the rhythm of the music will accompany you. And let the dance floor come to you, twisting and lifting you in a dance that makes everyone crazy.
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There is a cleft wound similar to a pot lip in everyone's heart. A defect that they try hard to hide from the world. But we shouldn't wear a mask just to cover a little wound. We don't have to digest everything with those suspicious eyes.

So, listen to what your mother has to say, my dear. Humans don't have to be perfect to be appreciated. Just as beauty can come from small and simple things. Including what appears on a shabby piece of batik cloth or a teacup with a broken end.
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There is a cleft wound similar to a pot lip in everyone's heart. A defect that they try hard to hide from the world. But we shouldn't wear a mask just to cover a little wound. We don't have to digest everything with those suspicious eyes.

So, listen to what your mother has to say, my dear. Humans don't have to be perfect to be appreciated. Just as beauty can come from small and simple things. Including what appears on a shabby piece of batik cloth or a teacup with a broken end.
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What might you believe is a punishment, Kay? Shouldn't a step leave a trace that you want to deny in the future?

Memories are the sap that drips from the wound of a tree. As for the memories buried in the courtyard, were the bones that the thieving dogs dug up at night.
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Why did you plant those roses on the side of the road Kay?

Was it on purpose, so everyone could adore her or pretend to love her?
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Why did you plant those roses on the side of the road Kay?

Was it on purpose, so everyone could adore her or pretend to love her?
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My dear Glenda, may I sit here with you, between these cold and silent tables and chairs? I don't want to start a conversation about rain, but I'll tell you a dream;

Is a hatchling that sinks in the sand on a hidden beach. She was longing for a beautiful house, like the shadow of the sea that she once lived with her father and mother. But she forgot where. The house felt distant and unreachable from her memory.
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'Jangan beri aku apapun
Meski itu perhatianmu
Meski itu kasih sayangmu
Meski itu air matamu
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