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Apr 2020
All year round struggling with innate sensory overloading.


But I kept pretending that it was all good, til it wasn't.
From the little harlots I met, to the black holes I've created.


There's no more time, for one more line to blow.
Nothing in the end resembles what I imagined it to be.


**Carpe diem quam minimum credula poste
O hunger subside.

December 2017.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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