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Aug 2015
You're super sweet.
Like a fruit that's nearly rotten;
like an apple that's overripe.

Like how if you leave apple cider in the darkest corner of your room,
it will become alcoholic in time.

I wouldn't be too sure about drinking from it though -
it could do a number on your insides.

My favorite number is forty-two;
you know,
because it's the meaning of life?
The unholiest number multiplied by the holiest number.
An odd and even.
Do you even get it?
You know what;
just forget it.
I'm going to bed, anyway.
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
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