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lichelle-antonio
lichelle-antonio
26/F Let me write / to hold on to my feelings / and be it known / how to live.
and I fin'lly understood why among all the hours of the day, sunset has always been the most breathtaking one.
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Feb 16, 2022
Feb 16, 2022 at 8:52 AM UTC
You left...
Wala nang hihigit pa sa paglayang natamo matapos ang mahabang gabi ng unang paglayang ipinagluksa- ang paglayang inilaan sa pagbitaw sa mga ala-alang ipininta kalakip ng pangakong bukas, higit ka nang laya.
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Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 7:18 AM UTC
Ikalawang Paglaya
And while women her age walk down the aisles teary-eyed in veils and flow'rs adoring flashes wishes them the best, she confidently ramps along wide-eyed crowd wishing they have what she boldly has-
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Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 7:08 AM UTC
in pieces
He gave me sparkles Like how fireworks explode on New Year's eve. Grand. Loud. Kaleidoscopic. and then Gone.
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Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 10:42 AM UTC
SPARKLES
He had awaken the flame that has been asleep for all seasons gone only to leave her ice cold frost one moonlit night but with a tiny little hope to fate, she counted drops like how leaves fall on cobblestones She was left clutching unto knife pointing in her iced stone heart and though she cries during summer eves, she made sure not to bleed all winter days.
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Jan 24, 2022
Jan 24, 2022 at 11:15 AM UTC
her autumn
When a poet holds his pen and the composer finds the perfect words the painter mixed the shades and the singer hit the notes dearest, that's when scars turn into art.
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Jan 22, 2022
Jan 22, 2022 at 5:05 PM UTC
when art is born
I loved him, but I am not inlove with him. I was inlove with the idea of loving him. And now I miss the idea of being inlove with him.
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Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 3:37 AM UTC
No, I don't miss him.
The light was burnin' low; the sky poured me rains, he's on the other side of the pole. I tucked myself in and sang a lullaby for a nearly dead star.
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Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 7:20 AM UTC
abyss
People uttered so much about how they would do things for those who they love, but won't actually jump off the boat when it's about to sink. Their reason? They would rather stay...
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Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 2:24 AM UTC
off the boat
And so I cut the red string to see if it was really love or peace that I'll be waving my sleeves with And to my wonder, I met both. Now I am starting my stiches repairing the damage and confusions this red string hath brought to my oh so curious heart.
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Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 5:36 AM UTC
red strings