My bestfriend, she's not a slut.

She was 10th when she lost her leader, her proud figure, her hopeful father. Time moved so fast, she grown up in the left line, u know what, like bronx in USA. She drowned into a cruel black life, gone wild and been contradiction. She spent all her nights with lump of smoke  (it was a cool thing in her mind), A-Z list of Alcohol, marijuana, forbidden sigh or anything that hypocrite people rejected. And yeah like i though before people called her a SLUT.

But i know, i know she's good. She cried inside, write her mother's name in her back, been a slave of boyfriends and breathe with God's name, not with lungs. My bestfriend, she's just a good girl living with her own way and stay..

(Inspired of my bestfriend AM, be tough. I know u can..)

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I am bad guy for breaking their heart..

Father, Mother, Lover, Daughter and Free Jumper.

She's a real lover, a good mother, bleed for the sweetest daughter. He's a good guy, nicest father, sometimes out of control. Someday i'll be like her, someday i'll find a man like him, someday i'll be realistic. For all the God's ways, hate me for doing this. Cause i am, a Free Jumper..

Here it is "me on my words" !

Okay, let me tell u, i think im good enough in creating some words into a good combination, so why dont i try to make a blog, right? actually i love playing with words but write it in a social media or some kind like that is like a "buang2 energi". Lagian klo uda mau ditulis malah jd ilang nge-blank gitu biasanya. Dipikir2 lagi, sayang juga ya klo uda dpt ilham seru2 tapi cuma disimpen di PC ato di share ke twitter tapi limited. And so here it is, me on my second blog! promise u dear to treat it better than the first one.. ENJOY it!