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Mar 2018
‪This overwhelming sadness‬
‪Has set itself‬
‪On my thick chest‬
‪And upon my hidden ribs‬

‪This sadness is no longer a past tense
‪But a lingering ribbons‬
‪That wrap itself around my neck‬
‪Making it a multiple instead of just a double‬


‪The worst is yet to come‬
‪But i always leave the door unlocked and the alarms unchecked ‬
‪I guess ill see you when I see you‬
M Aiman A
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M Aiman A  22/M/KL
(22/M/KL)   
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