Cornflower blues

by Kevin Aditya

Somewhere back there I started losing and loathing composure. Somewhat strange to prepare for living the way it should have been lived. Somehow the place I always come back to becomes a trial to the mind and soul without ever knowing for sure where should I call home.

Fortunately, happiness helps as a getaway.

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