Chemical Lover
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"kan ku telan isi bumi hanya untukmu"
share the peace that I often long for
Craving to be loved, happened when we become one. The affections still lingering herself around. No one want to move but the heart has cursed every ways to go back. The path never crossed again but the memories kept like an oath. It became the deepest sorrow. My Saturn, what should I crave to make you never disappear without begging you to stay? 
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Channel name was changed to «We're just human. Human can't live alove. Also us. We need each other. To have and to hold.»
Channel name was changed to «So, don't let these memories pass so quickly, nor those who make them. Please don't let them pass so quickly.»
Channel name was changed to «Hope we will always understand, there's no way to get back. Let's live without regrets.»
🍁 ── In my most difficult time, I express my gratitude with all my heart to NASPAD for being the most comfortable shelter to come home to; PEORLA who became the most loyal 'people' in every difficulty and was willing to be a living witness without reward; Someone I interpret as Saturn even though our ending wasn't good, thanks cz' your dynamism had time to take me away and become whole without being alone; and My youngest relation, I hope you are all well wherever you are. May all good things come back to you.

Hope we'll always learn to feel enough of what we had.

Sincerely,
Rin
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🍁 ─ Cause I do already grieved you and start to realize
Each piece tells a story that never quite ended,
like sentences left trailing off into silence. The
soft lighting, the muted colors, the glances caught
mid-thought — they all whisper of moments that
were beautiful in their incompleteness. There’s
comfort in the clutter, a delicate disorder that
mirrors the mind when it's full of feeling but empty
of answers.

We hold on to fragments — a look, a memory, a
streetlight blinking through tears — knowing we
can't stay, yet not quite ready to let go. In this
visual tangle of light and shadow, of softness and
steel, we find ourselves not in clarity, but in the
blur.

For now, let me stay a little longer in the warmth
of what once was — not to rewind, not to regret,
but just to remember.
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