Parut rasa pada hati ini, masih berbekas benda yang sama.

. . .

I'm scared

Because I like you too much.

You're hurting me. And it is my fault.

I'm just a sinner who fell hard;
and still falling repeatedly for you.

I wish I could close this book and get a new one.

God, forgive me.

Hey you, what do you see in me?