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Jul 2018
What is this blinding light?
What is the meaning of life?
If I was born to survive in a world that eventually succumbs to death.

Who was asked to be created?
I wouldn't mind to be sedated.
To sleep through all this and wake up to be greeted with a happy belated, and they tell me I made it past Armageddon and the world is never ending, it actually just begun.
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
(London)   
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