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I parted ways with someone at the crossroads
Bid them goodbye and stared at them as they walk
But the path I chose was tight,
They were squeezing me
Ceilings have been low and corridors becoming thin
I just wanted to get home
but why did it felt that once again I was wrong?
My dreams tell me something
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Love, The Self, and the Nation: An Anthology
PoetryA collection of self-written poems in Filipino (Part I), English (Part II), and a little bit of French (Part III) Sharing the world through poetry. Art should cultivate love, the self, and society.
