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drove my way to the secret place
the familiar square panels decked out around d pillar
d same looks
d same emotions
d same scenerio

so much i wanna say....
so little i can do....

d macdonalds at the junction

d stadium by the roadside

d bus stop outside your house

d mall that i alighted at d wrong stop

i drove by them all when i didnt plan to
how does uninvited pain feels like....?
i felt it.
in elephanite proportions.

you fill your heart, your mind with 1001 things
other than what's really weighing upon you
you bury yourself with work
you push yourself thru d boring basics
you timestamp every sec

.... .... .... ....

only to realize you remember more

it is really tired out.
peel away the jokes, the smiles, the crappiness
someone who misses someone so resoundingly
if pigeons have not retire from its trade
i would hire a million of them





when eyes tear, the tears come from the heart
the heart tears because it can't express what it wants to

and.... 43117332215353931161437474118211 infinitely.




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