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Apr 2017
I am just going through the motions of life.
Days blend into nights.
I merely exist; just numb to life around me.
I just self destruct believing I am punishing myself for my stupidity.
But I secretly still hold a gleam of hope that someone will see through me.
The Misconstrued
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The Misconstrued  28/F/Goa
(28/F/Goa)   
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   --- and Raul Zamarripa III
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