every moment seems like a step towards. an end.
my life approaches its end.
this end, marked by the 4th of jan where i shall step onto that island called tekong.
how i wished i could say,
im left with only a month's worth of time after the A word ends.
not to mention a 33% discount to korea,
what am i left with, really?
no doubt, some added pessimism, but the eventual truth.
the future gets more bleak as each day goes.
like opportunities slipping by, my heart seeps along.
down a gutter, into the drain.
i dont know if i have any right to complain;
i dont know if i should try to understand, to accept,
i dont even know if i should be selfish.
lik a terminal stage patient, i question the usefulness of trying.
but i am too afraid, afraid of euthanasia.
when a silver lining may exist?
so i believe, just a little while more.
"take these pain in stride"
may i still try?
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