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Apr 2020
I adhere to some amenity
Probably, possibly it’s difficult to live
I’ve been banished by life’s philosophy
The odds of living is obdurate to believe
I fake a smile to the winds
Believing that I am extraneous to an oblivion
I’m not part of something peculiar
Trying to think that I’m a strain of rejection

I’ve been seeking, looking for happiness,
Longing for it my whole life, I’m restless
Someday I’ll be death itself
Can no longer look back of a living shadow

So long I’ve been looking for happiness
The scatterbrain is a little like
Drizzle of rain
Neither here, nor there, but everywhere
Eduardo Interior
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Eduardo Interior  21/M/Philippines
(21/M/Philippines)   
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