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Escaping Reality

Here, I am at the center of attraction. I am a beautiful woman in the place. I don't need to study from time to time. I don't need to think about my family. What I only need to do is to relax, think of what I wanted to do and imagine how my life will go on in my own fantasy.
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Morning Routines in Hell

Not even five minutes in, my sweat started dripping. People started fanning themselves. Some even have portable electric fans to save the day. No one is fresh-looking. No one looks like they got out of the shower at 7 in the morning. Not a living soul.
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Not Really Sure

Every part of my body is paying the price for whatever happened, all while I thought I was sleeping. Sleep now doesn’t seem to be a precious commodity when it comes time to face it tonight.

READ THE FINE PRINT

The game usually goes like this.  I window-shop one of the 30 or 40 Japanese eateries, ranging from street-squid to MomoFuko, always jammed, to the high-end sushi places where they shave the wasabi onto your plate. 
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Fatal Design

Drugs and vices were designed to put people through a cycle that has one purpose to kill as many people as possible over a long term we call lifetime. People will make promises, lies, pretend to change and even keep appearances but in the end the drugs and vices win.
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7 Days Post-Op

The stitches and medical glue used to seal incisions.  The swelling. The black and blue bruising surrounding my entire abdomen. It was too much for her. She said it all looked so painful.   

My 2018 – Transcendence

Confrontation is such a divine gesture. It takes one’s cup brimming with apprehension to do so. It’s normal to be taken aback by interrogations we didn’t see coming. Yet, what’s worse is that we knew long before of the answer, but we deny it to ourselves; pretending it didn’t ever cross our mind.