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Apr 2020
I don't know.

How lucky I have it.


Should I?


Thinking positive thoughts,

Thinking of positivity, without thought.


What will this hunger give way to?


Is this lubricant for the gears of future mechanical dice to roll?


I'm an empty box cut out of ash, of killer queens and suns long set.


I'll gather what I can.

Even burnt out, I am more than I was before.
"Walked through the doors of a happy home
Stepped right into find myself alone
I don't know why I feel this way
It ain't supposed to rain on a sunny day"

November 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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