I’ve felt this
-way before. the strange humidity of the September air despite it being sweltering hot. Is autumn
coming to Singapore? I wonder, kicking leaves that look crunchy but aren’t. I allow others to
point and make judgements. It’s not a new feeling. Do I need new pe shorts? Maybe my hands
are longer than others. I do not like that thought. I seize it with my palm, smashing it into bits on
the ground. Watching the pieces fade into the ground with my foot. You can pick them up like
how I picked up my heart. Glue works quite well, in my opinion. All by myself. I swallow. I want
to be like others. Fit in the mold for once. The strange unease sitting on my tongue.
(Come back)
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