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Apr 2020
Cold sweat running down the face

Mouth clenched in anticipation of the yawning pain


The open wound festering would've been preferable to the sealing, stitching of it.

Dour expression on my face as I make the choice

Because I know, I know I have to do this.


Til we meet again.
Here lies the facade, the masquerade I held.

A lifetime of hiding behind cold logic.

June 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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