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Oct 2020
Who creates pain but us,
who fastens misery upon our necks but we, given to free will, secured in it and trusted
that we would do right from wrong,
and here we are, under depths of darkness,
so deep, like the depths of a dark sea
and perhaps there was a time
we arrogantly chose to be here,
believing we could pass this test called
life.
-L.D.
Lida Dela
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Lida Dela  36/F
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