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Feb 2019
My obsessive thought and naivety on life,
This night, no pain cures ignorance and time passes so slow, could even see myself staring blankly
People change, life moves on and I am still, unchanged and uncultured.
Neighbours sound so happy
I want to be happy

I need hallucinations to be happy
But i chose to be alone and unhappy
aL
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aL  22/M/Philippines
(22/M/Philippines)   
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