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Jul 2019
Problems rise, Troubles spring up
In this fight in life, I really had enough
I can't move, I can't think
It seems my vanity's gone after a single blink

I try to solve one, but there comes another
Restless as I am, problems become harder
I seek for help, but gained nothing
So to tell you, I was alone in everything

Pain was my twin, and bleeding is my hobby
Healing is something elusive, and impossible for me
Goals become harder as I try to push further
I thought I was almost there, but I ain't any closer.
Hans Christian
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Hans Christian  28/M/Philippines
(28/M/Philippines)   
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