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We’ll hit South Broadway in a matter of minutes
And like a bad movie, I’ll drop a line
Fall in the grave I’ve been digging myself,
But there’s room for two
Six feet under the stars

my hand in yours,
differences are of no significance
with you by my side,it's fulfillment
nothing else i'd need,your love suffices

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the reason the sun shines
he who walks so the earth can spin
counted to infinity, and square-rooted it

The Singapore river.Smelly,green,ugly.Yet along its concrete banks,disillusioned workaholics find solace,a place to be temporarily free;sanctuary.Away from the depressing stress aura generated by the surrounding sinister office buildings,it is comforting to spend precious moments of a constricted lunch hour along the breezy banks relishing in foolish thoughts of freedom,in a far away serene domain...till the hour is up.Snapping back from the euphoric utopia,and back to hell.Sipping on lemon tea and smoking a cigarette here,i am blessed with more free rein and less stress without the pressure to excel and succeed,working my life away in such a horrible,depressing place.And i reckon i never will.

dear

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