Frail bones, weaker muscles
Regret of chasing dreams
Old memories fading away
With the Reaper about to knock
Nearing the end, I will surrender
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Frown (Poetry Series): I, II, III
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After having a streak of happy moments for several months, dark clouds have been hovering over my head more frequently. One of my contingency plans for dark days is to watch a random episode of my favorite show, so I opened my laptop and watched one of the show’s last episodes. During the viewing, a favorite character said something that’s somehow relevant to my situation.
This is my 27th Notes to Self.
Continue reading Notes to Self XXVIIOf all the 14 Days of The Deranged Writer birthday blogging marathons I have done since the beginning of The Diary, the 2025 edition (this year) is the most memorable in terms of content quality. For 14 straight days, I wrote four acrostic poems (one of them is related and dedicated to The Undertaker), five music-related posts, one essay about a once-haunting day, one Notes to Self post, and only three Minute Warning posts. Only three. I have reached an incredible feat.
Speaking of Notes to Self, after blogging for two weeks straight, I realized something worthy of a Notes to Self post. It’s about freedom of expression, and the responsibilities that come with it.
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