Behind Our Mask
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Last published Sat, Dec 25, 2021
WE'RE FAKE!
We are pretending that we're strong, even if we're not. We always pretend that we're okay, but the Truth is we're hurting.
Hanggang kelan ba natin isusuot ang maskarang nagtatago sa totoong tayo? Hanggang kelan natin yayakapin ang lungkot na lumapamon at sumisira sa ating sarili?
Who are we behind our mask?
The photo that I used in my cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owner.
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