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polyclinic service is crap~
no mood. no motivation. no energy.
full of un-vented overdued paroxysm.



the autistic child speaks his mind:


[the hands are outstretched. the fingers just won't ply open~]



[what do you see? raindrops?
perhaps. the great masquerade.
drifting by the weight of flight motion with no strength of its own~]



[it's a futile attempt....~]



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[life support is to sustain life. the day you pull the plug, you go with it.
the plug should have been pulled donkey years ago. it's still inserted.
it sustains me, it drains me~]



somethings dun get buried deep enuff.
even if they do, they never get buried.




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