No one ever asks me how I feel,
But I was wrong.
No one ever hugs me when I'm tired and in pain,
But I was wrong.
There is definitely One,
The One who
Always lighten my heart and world from that sorrowful darkness.
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March 10, 2018
BINABASA MO ANG
Nonsensical Thoughts Become Things
PoetryThis is a collection of my own kind of art -- poems that may be nonsense for you. But I hope you enjoy reading it as how I enjoy writing and sharing it to you. Note: Treasure your masterpieces. Completed: March 22, 2020 (4 p.m.)
