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Oct 2018
It's unbearable, indeed, to be a human.
All these uncertainties, not knowing what to do or what will happen next.
I am trying to walk outside just to find a world that's still beautiful.
I'll try to avoid the impulse to grieve what's still wild and alive.
For me to get by, I guess I'll have to continue being a rose-colored boy; your rose-colored boy.
Meruem
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Meruem  Manila, Philippines
(Manila, Philippines)   
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