Isa... Dalawa... Handa Awit..

Isa... Dalawa... Handa Awit..

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Drowned in the pool of undesirable thoughts Darkness and Silence smashes one's head Overthinking at it's finest, loneliness is right and just Frowning is a must, and smiling is prohibited Happiness is abandoned, and Gloominess is overwhelmed Negativity spreads like a viral infection in the air, positivity vanishes like germs exposed to ethyl alcohol The dark clouds vanquish the sun, as well as death defeats life Surviving is the only way to survive, will I manage to do it? Will I?
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A collection of Poems about a cluster-fuck of things; from wanting to die to jumping in front of trains, to sex on the phone and love beneath the bedsheets. Being so full of emotion to void of it all, the darkest of thoughts and most suicidal of moments. All boundaries crossed - Death, Rape, Mental Health. The Sun and the moon, and the wrath of an endless sky of stars. Where violence and abuse walk hand in hand, and the rain makes you wonder "what do our rooms look like when we die?" [warning://contains.death.and.life.&.everything.in-between.&:@/) You're going to have to read it to find out.

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