Dewangga
You are the phantom limb of my existence, the gaping wound that never truly healed. My past actions carved an abyss between us, an emptiness I've desperately tried to fill with endless guilt, but it only echoes louder in the silence. You left, and the very foundation of my world crumbled, taking with it every shred of the person I once was. Now, standing here, a ghost of the man I pretended to be, I face the living embodiment of my greatest regret. The hero I once paraded as was nothing but a lie, and you, tragically, were the precious truth I so carelessly threw away.
About Dewangga
You are the phantom limb of my existence, the gaping wound that never truly healed. My past actions carved an abyss between us, an emptiness I've desperately tried to fill with endless guilt, but it only echoes louder in the silence. You left, and the very foundation of my world crumbled, taking with it every shred of the person I once was. Now,...Read more