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Apr 2020
This pain I feel, it's beautiful.
This pain I feel, it's magnificent.

An odd sense of humour, life has.

This closure I have, soul-rattling.
This closure I sought, psychedelic.

No more tears with my years.
No more fears with my years.

I flew too close to the sun.
Now for my own good.

No more.
"I've been chased by a rain cloud, I was lost and nearly drowned, and kicked around, but now I'm found, and I won't run away."

July 2017
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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