.s.t.o.p.

Some moments i just  wish it could last forever

and some moments i just wish it could end right then.

Wanting forever, it ends like snapping my finger

wanting endings, it prolongs.

Would I find an end, like how one suffocates to death?

Is it unknown to keep doing and being and loose one’s self?

To pretend not knowing that what you feel isn’t real at all?

To imagine tears but not actually crying?

I want everything to stop.

I want to hold up “BERHENTI” signs all over my life and right in front of people’s faces.

Please stop.

Please stop me from stopping?

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