help.i'm getting irrasional.i can't control my anger.i can't sleep, my chest so heavy, my throat on fire.it's not about you.it's me.i'm sick.i'm suck.i'm fucked up.
*i'm wondering,what it's all about.
*i need PLASTIK..i need their songs to calm me down.Damn!they're dead.
*mencoba meraba hari, jalani hari seperti kemarin,namun semua berakhir disini.Terjebak kebutuhan,bercampur kecewa sejuta manusia.Kapankah ini semua akan berahkhir-Apatis,Plastik,late 99.
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