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Bandung, 2 April 2024
Three colors in one painting
Three colors in one painting On the day that the sky felt heavy and gray, A scent disappeared, A taste turned bland, Hands began to tremble— Something inside told us: something is not okay. On the day brother forced his way inside our home, We realized their grip was growing fragile— and we had to hold on tighter. The choice to pull him out Or let him stay inside Tightened like a knot in our chests Despite this love-hate tether, We still wanted to feel his grasp. We still loved him— so, so deeply. But we were still too young, and wrapped in our own unknowing. On the day the clouds shed their tears, The echo of that voice shattered our senses. He had to let go of our grip. But since then, we strengthen the grip we still had— with each other. On those heavy days, Through storms that followed, Through hills we had to climb, Through lost moments— I am grateful I struggled with you. That we have fought, side by side, And that I still want to keep fighting with you—...
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