I have forgotten how to write. I have forgotten the taste of every words written by my hands until I finally fell into the cliff and realize what I should be doing with my life.
I was born to write. Words are my air that kept me breathing.
I may not have readers but I will still keep writing. :D
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Story by Potre Maamor
100 Tula Para Kay Ama
Agosto taong 2015 nang mawala ang aking ama. Mula noon, nagsimula akong magsulat ng tula para sa kanya.
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