The previous post is password protected. Please don’t look for me to find out what the password is.

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Hint: The password is often inside most of the blogposts. A word I always use. Find it. Use it. 

2310 HRS : Boon Keng Station. Fell down on my knees and throw up inside the train.

2317 HRS : Kovan Station. Throw up yet again.

My back, spinal chord i think, isn’t in great shape. Hurts like one God Damn MuthaFukin Shit. Well actually the rest of my body hurts as well.  Taking deep breaths now.

I’m not dying.

I won’t die just yet.

Not now.

Not yet.

I think i might have a 1% chance of getting paralysed. If it really is true, wonder what will happened to me.

I’m a fake.

And I’ve got fake friends.

I’m living in a fake world.

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I’ve been faked.