dont listen to them,
cos what do they know.

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its endearing to see so much love sometimes,
i regret not being part of it.
but given the circumstances, i shouldnt be.
my words betray me,
part of me wants to be back.


i'm going to miss working.
and thoughts of going back to school bog at the back of my mind.
seriously, i shouldnt be thinking like this.

empathy to previous batches,
cos i finally understand what they mean.
c'mon, i feel like washing the belgian waffle machine now.
seriously okay.

cramming boxes of dinner,
salivating over boxes of bearded papas,
watching from corners and indulging in alcohol intoxications.
somehow, it seemed to work out.
tired labels, twisted words.
maybe, the world isnt as complicated was we thought.
or so i thought.

giving it some thought,
clues and trails may all see the light,
but i may not be the right words that'll do justice.
an autumn breeze that never saw the sun.


i'll miss work.
but i better keep school right at the top.
forgotten words, let's just keep them buried alright?

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