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Kevin Rein

Incubus

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Before sunup he would crawl back under my bed, But before he disappears he would whisper to me, "I am just the demon inside your head."

Walk On

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You're not here to lose, you need to absorb as much confidence you can in order to bloom on that stage. Everyone's expectation is not about you. They're not the one to tell you what to do. Know that you know better and you can walk life better when you are you.

Open

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Today, I am letting you go as I free myself from the phantom bond that binds us.

Mare Tama Na – Martina

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Sa tanghalia'y hapag ko ang bigat ng konsensiyang pasan-pasan ng dib-dib kong naninikip. Kailan sila titigil? Hindi ko batid. Paulit-ulit, nakakasira, nakakapundi.

You, Myself and Us

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We're growing on separate ways I'm sad that we can't just embrace I think this is our fate

Panamuh

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Iniwan ako, Iniwan ang kahapong tila panaginip na natapos, Natapos na animo'y bangungot na kung muling maibabalik ay aking nanaising lumisan na lamang,

On The Ball

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On The Ball is a poem written by Kevin Rein and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November.   On The Ball   I’m done crying over spilled milk Now I need to get back in shape…

Nighttime Grey

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I loved that you were so full of life But I was saddened when suddenly things changed The moon started to crack like weeping And I wept too I'm still that kid

Ponder

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Be the voice that speaks for those who have no voices, be the strength for those who feel like it's a cruel world and the only best thing there is to do is to end this life, and be someone who's light infects others to be more optimistic.

I’m Allergic to People

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Sometimes when I explore these things in my mind I feel like I'm torturing myself 'coz I couldn't care less. All these years I have been a brain of many thoughts.

Tissues and Crookedness

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This is just a daydream. Can you pick your phone back once more? Dial my number for the first time in nine years. Say your hello again and I'll say mine sweeter.

Dapit-hapon

paano ko nanaising magpatuloy kung sa bandang huli ay maraming mawawala? sapat na sakin ang dalawampu't walong taon na nasilayan ko ang kariktan ng daigdig,

Late Night Conversation

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And I can't get over you. I cannot just erase you in my mind. I cannot just unlove the spirit that lives in your chest, and just like how you vanished, I cannot convince myself that you were just a mirage from a lucid dream.

It Won’t End Here

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And this is not where it ends, there is more. This life is mine to suffer, this is mine, this way alone. I don't know what my old soul has to learn from it. I don't know what my old soul did.