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Apr 2020
The months have come and passed
The seasons changed for time withers away the mightiest amongst us

So why do I feel so alone?
Time heals all wounds
But I think Father Time forgot about me.
The seasons
And the months

A hole.


23rd of January 2018.
Batchelor
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Batchelor  30/M/Singapore
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