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Nov 2018
As the city lights glows,
with each hour passing by
she finds her life ticking away.

The blues and red
tinges trying to shadow each other,
she looks at it with a
strange mixture of happiness and guilt

She reaches her hand towards,
the neatly stuck polaroid
on the window pane.

Clutching it tightly,
on her chest
silentlyΒ sobbing.

As the city lights glows,
she sleeps on the carpeted floor

often sipping on glasses of wine
with each hour ticking away.
Ann
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Ann  25/F/singapore
(25/F/singapore)   
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     ---, Tristan Brown and ryn
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