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Mar 2018
I wait, and I wait...
for this misery to reach its grand finale...
for this pointless existence to cease...
for this bag of bones to cave-in... complimenting my soul.

To slumber and never rise again...
in this mayhem we call... the universe.
Hemanth P Haridas
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Hemanth P Haridas  21/M/Chavakkad
(21/M/Chavakkad)   
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