<![CDATA[Yankho's Substack]]>https://yankhofrankkampapalala.substack.comhttps://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!M6x4!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fcfb68c71-7dc0-4db0-82d3-2f5638c25761_144x144.pngYankho's Substackhttps://yankhofrankkampapalala.substack.comSubstackSun, 26 Jul 2026 13:07:06 GMT<![CDATA[Two Face]]>https://yankhofrankkampapalala.substack.com/p/two-facehttps://yankhofrankkampapalala.substack.com/p/two-faceTue, 30 Jun 2026 08:35:11 GMTIt's funny how every time the sun sets a new version awakes

Control over my whole body it takes

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Shy during the day a party monster at night

Drugs and sex have me chasing the light

Trying to attach meaning to a life so bleak

Yet still the sun rises and I become meek

The mask falls of and the darkness sets in

Why so alone I wonder

Doomed to solitude it's all over

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