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Jakarta, Indonesia

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With everything happening today You don't know whether you're coming or going But you think that you're on your way Life lined up on the mirror don't blow it You walked the streets, barely feeling anything. How long have you been out here? You lost track of time when left that horrid place. Supposedly your home, you'd grown from a young abused child, to a somewhat more sexually abused teenager. Your father was a beast of a man and had constantly attacked your mother and you whether he was drunk or not. Look at me when Im talking to you You looking at me but I'm looking through you I see the blood in your eyes I see the love in disguise Your mother had constantly told you stories of a bett