stones withers through time,
eaten away by the sand,
by the wind,
by the water that drips on it.
stones crumbles little by little,
it cracks and it breaks,
within seconds, minutes or years.
the stones are hard,
but time is harder.
When I was 16
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I was called to the bilik guru and I can’t remember if I was told to sit or
I just remained standing the whole time; the elderly teacher gazed at me...
2 days ago
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elloooo~ enibadi homeee???~~
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