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Sep 2020
I got a mechanism
Called coping
demons knocking
In the head
Slaughtered by alcohol
All alone
Suffering’s inevitable
This should be the note
In case someone asks
But for all I care
No one should
I am the way
The truth and the temp files
You can always empty
If it’s worth the while
Random access memories
Trying to be fun
Better of recoveries
Secondary free will sun
Jowlough
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Jowlough  South of Manila
(South of Manila)   
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