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Jun 2020
I fill my days with delusions

Minimising any time I have for myself,
For that is when I lose it

My thoughts are my own bane

They are my own nightmares

Sleepless nights turn into desperation for a way out.

I know the guardian angel to my affairs
And what he would have me do but,

Will I regret it?
Is there an easier way out?
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Rits  25/M/Singapore
(25/M/Singapore)   
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