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Feb 2020
First, we write about vague things involving ourselves.
Secondly, we solemnly promise to never break each other.
Thirdly, we take a bow and dip each other in baptisms of fire.
After all that, we pretend like we had never met.
In the end, we burn down bridges and walk away amongst molten flowers.
Because sometimes preparing yourself for things to end, is much beautiful than enjoying the time you have left.

Here I am, in 2020, living proof yet regretting only a few things.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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