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Apr 2020
I flew into the embrace of uncertainty
Afraid of what I'd find, alone.

Now, after settling on the shoulders of choices made
I'm mostly home

And I'm me
And we're home

And there's no point being selfish anymore.
Three masks, with the fourth of my own personal Beast.

6th of January 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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