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Oct 2017
The year
  I fear,
  the month
   still tears me
    the week
     is my weakness
      these days
       I'm listless
        and every hour
         I'm being devoured
          by every minute
           and second
            of hundredth
              sadness.
**** this year's been really experimental. I feel that the more I try out new things with my writing the more I find myself. And I don't see myself as some lyrical genius breaking past norms, far from it, I can't even call myself a decent poet. I can't say what resonates within people's hearts, but I can say this: I write down everything that comes to my mind in ways I find interesting. I also appreciate the fact that there are people who actually take their time to read this. So thanks.
IPM
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