In the caverns of my being,
unnamed memories dwell,
Neither wounds nor joys,
but fragments of a past untold.
They dance in the shadows,
elusive and undefined,
Whispers of a time
forgotten yet ever-present.
Each memory a silent specter,
haunting the corridors of my mind,
Resisting definition,
yet shaping the essence of my being.
In their ambiguity lies their power,
a testament to the enigma of existence.
And everytime I collide..
I find you,
crawling on my skin
all-over again
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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PuisiMALADAPTIVE /ˌmaləˈdaptɪv/ not adjusting adequately or appropriately to the environment or situation.
