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I started committing various suicides in my various dreams as a 1st grader. what kind of child was only allowed To keep tears and bruise to herself.. I started jumping down from agitated skyscrapers in my agitated dreams as a relentless crusader. what kind of crusader pursued virtual death with such unwavering passion and obsession..…

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Meaningful

I made myself a cupful warm lavender latte, sit on futon tatami while watching wild deers grazing, at the heart of this neon city, packed by savvy faces and sophisticated converse, I’ve remained a passenger dwelling in nature’s prose. Nothing in my life is about lucky, Nothing in my story is about pretty. And despite…

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