rechallenged the addiction

I ask for my own death

I smuggled the lots over the boarder

I keep

And I selfishly yearn

As night approaches

I partake the fruit

Cough with each bite

Choke on each swallow

The yearning for the flesh is greater than the air

I regret not

If to die in the hand of the buah salak

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I ask for my own space

And I was never filled

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I ask for my own guide

And I got a lost soul

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I ask for my own agenda

And I was given yours