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Nov 2017
I don't want to do it
But you keep pushing me

Selfish thinking of yours
Incorrigible as time has shown

Just makes me fill with
Nothing but sadness

I don't want to do it
But you are incapable of making me
Truly happy.

When will I break
Or till I go home, if home wants me.
RayRay
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RayRay  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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