BERJAYA

I have a mouth of endless words. I could count through night and day, letting numbers spill until my tongue gives out. But it frightens me; how close infinity feels on my lips, yet how far it is from my life. So, I stumble at a hundred, again and again, already aware I will never reach the rest, because I know how little of forever I get.

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May 6

May 6, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC

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THE LIMIT OF ME

I have a mouth of endless words. I could count through night and day, letting numbers spill until my tongue gives out. But it frightens me; how close infinity feels on my lips, yet how far it is from my life. So, I stumble at a hundred, again and again, already aware I will never reach the rest, because I know how little of forever I get.

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I want to Live inside you... Right there In your chest. Crawl between Your ribs To kiss your Lungs. So you can feel My love with Each and every breath You take.

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC

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TO BUILD A HOME

I want to Live inside you... Right there In your chest. Crawl between Your ribs To kiss your Lungs. So you can feel My love with Each and every breath You take.

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My heart has made me selfish; I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again. My life stops there, I can see no further. Even at dawn, when the stars scratch the sky, my misery dissolves in the hope of soon seeing you again. And if you knew the things in my head, millions… whole myriads. You’d know I’d need more than just a day, perhaps a walk in a garden. And After all that, I only have two luxuries to think about over in my walk; Your loveliness and the passing hours to my death. And that is all. Maybe love is my religion. Not in words, but in the way I could give everything for it. I could give everything for YOU.

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 5:31 AM UTC

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LIFE WITHOUT YOU

My heart has made me selfish; I cannot exist without you. I am forgetful of everything but seeing you again. My life stops there, I can see no further. Even at dawn, when the stars scratch the sky, my misery dissolves in the hope of soon seeing you again. And if you knew the things in my head, millions… whole myriads. You’d know I’d need more than just a day, perhaps a walk in a garden. And After all that, I only have two luxuries to think about over in my walk; Your loveliness and the passing hours to my death. And that is all. Maybe love is my religion. Not in words, but in the way I could give everything for it. I could give everything for YOU.

5

I would have given you all my seasons because next to you is where I buried all my ambitions. Just yesterday, I had too many reasons, even in this freezing cold, but I stayed. I stayed for you, even when it became my prison. But the sunrise carried me today. I trusted my intuition. Courage lit in my chest. I walked away, no longer Bound to repetition. So this last prayer, one I could barely hold, with my hands too shaken to fully fold... In between summer and winter, autumn. You took my years and left me with nothing more than stolen seasons.

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC

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STOLEN SEASON'S

I would have given you all my seasons because next to you is where I buried all my ambitions. Just yesterday, I had too many reasons, even in this freezing cold, but I stayed. I stayed for you, even when it became my prison. But the sunrise carried me today. I trusted my intuition. Courage lit in my chest. I walked away, no longer Bound to repetition. So this last prayer, one I could barely hold, with my hands too shaken to fully fold... In between summer and winter, autumn. You took my years and left me with nothing more than stolen seasons.

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What if the Devil never took shape but instead learnt to breathe like Eve? No hiss nor lies, just her reaching hands and a man too ready to believe. What if Eden fell not by a snake but by faith that could have never been retreived? No bite, no sin, just trust stretched too far and a heart that chose to follow where it couldn't see. Maybe that's why the air whispers daily; woman bore the seed of man's defeat.

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC

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WHAT IF?

What if the Devil never took shape but instead learnt to breathe like Eve? No hiss nor lies, just her reaching hands and a man too ready to believe. What if Eden fell not by a snake but by faith that could have never been retreived? No bite, no sin, just trust stretched too far and a heart that chose to follow where it couldn't see. Maybe that's why the air whispers daily; woman bore the seed of man's defeat.

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I wrote you a letter after death, when my hands couldn't reach you, and then I gave it to God, asking him only this: deliver what I still owe her. He made it rain, falling gently just where you live, returning to the apple tree we once believed would outlast us. The roots drank what my voice couldn't say. Every drop carried what I meant by FOREVER. When the tree bears its first fruit and you take the first bite, you will pause not because it is sweet but because it is familiar. Then you will understand it tastes like love, our love, just the way I gave it to you – quiet, patient and still choosing you, even after death.

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 1:18 PM UTC

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Love Beyond Death

I wrote you a letter after death, when my hands couldn't reach you, and then I gave it to God, asking him only this: deliver what I still owe her. He made it rain, falling gently just where you live, returning to the apple tree we once believed would outlast us. The roots drank what my voice couldn't say. Every drop carried what I meant by FOREVER. When the tree bears its first fruit and you take the first bite, you will pause not because it is sweet but because it is familiar. Then you will understand it tastes like love, our love, just the way I gave it to you – quiet, patient and still choosing you, even after death.

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