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Jun 2021
Here I lay, empty-hearted.

My hustle has turned me into husk
This husk is filled with the sin of lust
Draining my values, morals, ethics
White liquor leaking
Time freezing

A hustle for no greater purpose
What am I to do with it

I need a goal, a purpose to live like this...
Soloy
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Soloy  22/M/Singapore
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