Nandailham

The Puzzle isn't always as difficult as you.
You just have to RE-Modified your own.
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The juice of indonesian poem in direct to english.

RE-Modified

They only needed walls, soft enough to comfort, high enough to blind.

They painted the ceiling with borrowed stars, built the windows that never opened, and called it home.

I memorized the texture of the walls, the taste of recycled air, the melody of steps that go in circles.

How beautiful!! They made the prison's look, How sweet! they made the soap box. Same shit, different ways.

I'm exactly in! Did you think i'm ok?

Hell No! I'm crawlin' everyday, I have no hands to escape, it always brings me back in that situationt.

While there's an eyes who watch the scene, Oh god d*mn! Its being cataracs sometimes when the blood is dripping, in front of their f**in eyes.

All of people in this bullshit home was being sick, because the one standing man with deadly fckin deasease.

He always turn on his light, washin' others people brain with his deep stinky heart.

You got it man! This house of stone become the nightmares every second i'm breathing.