the ugly writers

Mama

Bata palang ako tila namamalimos na 'ko ng pagkakataon na sana ako naman yung nasa tabi ng mga magulang ko...
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Gravel Road

Sweet darling, I'm grateful  For the sundowns we shared.  I cannot shepherd you 'til the end
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prognosis

I trespass into the world beyond the living in this mindscape, i see him— a deep entanglement in a chasm of nothingness; faceless, he sits, he waits
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No One

We would have regrets. "I hope I did this or that instead." But it is too late now, the time has come, and we would have to go.
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La Vida

Life is meaningless, but humans can't accept that. They believed that if they didn't find the meaning, they would not be successful. They believed that without money, they can't do everything they want and be what they wanted to be.
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The Night Boseman Died

Each of us has known someone with cancer, and many of us have lost someone because of cancer.  Cancer isn't political. Cancer doesn't normally attack people based on skin color. Cancer doesn't discriminate. But apparently tonight, some people are slightly skewed in their thinking and believe that this man's death doesn't count.
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In Funeral

How can you not cry in a funeral? How can you not cry? How can you not ask yourself if people would come to yours? How can you not question life when parents bury their child?