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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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The droning sound resembled the uncanny appearance of them. I hid behind those couches, hoping they would be gentle with me this time. The house, shelter, was not locked nor secured because my parents were in debt with them, and... Continue Reading →

Not Dodged, Embraced.

After three classes back to back and a plate of mamak fried rice, here I was with Desmond arriving at a futsal court in PJ. My mind was fuzzy, wearied in many ways, I was not in the mood of... Continue Reading →

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