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Reborn

I looked up in the sky and it's still gray I wonder if it's still going to be okay When I'm on the verge of breaking I know I needed to do anything Not to collapse after being humiliated To recover after being stabbed and get rejected
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True Choice and the World’s Fabric

Choices as true choices are very tricky. We all make choices because of a set of beliefs and interests. They may be influenced, distorted, misguided, misapplies, or even abused. In the end, no one can influence how we choose to maintain social interaction in a societal unit such as family or friends except us. We are the ones that reach down to our core to make choices that are not just about us, our desires and aspirations, our fears and complications, our interests and compromises; but also about empathy, sympathy, and humanity.
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Elissar’s Tears

Elissar’s thoughts were racing faster than her heart because she wanted to say her mind only she was hearing Beroe’s. Beroe herself was frozen in fear thinking she had let down her goddess. “Beroe give Elissar her seeds. Elissar give Beroe your crescent” ordered the goddess. Immediately, Beroe took Elissar’s Venus’ comb and combed out five ruby seeds that were as big as a plum, six blue sapphire seeds as big as an olive, and four amber seeds as big as a pea. Then Elissar broke off her ivory and crystal crescent from its golden cage in her tiara and gave it to Beroe as a tear dropped unto it making a dent.
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Far Away

If you see me on my knees, Will I still feel your kiss? I wish you're only a call away Maybe not today but someday
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Mundo

Ang hilig mong maglakbay. Nakikigulo sa mundo ng iba't ibang tao na mararaanan mo. Ang hilig mong ayusin yung mga taong sa dulo'y naging dahilan din ng pagkawasak mo.
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The Road Home

Maybe there was something more Someplace where my mind could rest Where I wouldn't feel such constant flux A place where sleep would come easily But those roads lead to nothing I wanted
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On The Ball

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…
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Mananatili o Bibitaw

Mananatili o Bibitaw is a tagalog poem written by Ms. Christine Ponce and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November.   Mananatili o Bibitaw   Isa sa pinakamahirap na desesyon Kapag nagmahal ka,mananatili o bibitaw na Minsan…