2015-07-08 - 2:01 p.m.
I live in a city of small worlds, each with its own wonders Some feel worse, some may feel better I've lived in this city of small worlds ever since I was born aware of its ever-changing description even since I was a little girl This city of small worlds, I can see its growing partitions invisible, yet segregation slowly occurs leaving each world blinded towards one another by such self-exclusions I am caught in the middle in this city of small worlds My self-confidence and assurance are sometimes brittle as I silently wonder what's my worth Where do I belong to? How can I stay true? Each seems to demand my attention, as I keep battling my own confusion These small worlds still often collide despite the growing partitions I hate it when this causes a fight and it's just hard for everyone to get along Can we all get over the bumps, so no one needs to use any guns? If this city belongs to all of us, then why make such a fuss? I fear that these silent, desperate questions remain unanswered I suppose this will always be the city of small worlds, each fighting for their worth while more souls are getting lost... R. (Jakarta, 6/7/2015 - 7:24 pm)
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