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Mar 2022
what i know about my sadness is that it is clumsy.
i still keep finding the things
it left behind.
on places where it shouldn't belong.
and like a fool, i still claim them.
chang
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chang  F/underworld
(F/underworld)   
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   Aishu, Indeed and CZ
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