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Sam Dec 2020
It's funny how I thought you're mine.
Jeez, I was fooled by the lies you rhymed.
Liars are great poets are they?

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Sam Dec 2020
Don't confuse yourself
between ignorance and innocence.
Ignorance isn't a bliss,
It's a lack of knowledge.
A lack of information,
reasons why one take no notice
of something very significant.
What's bliss is the innocence.
One thing that most people do to lessen their guilt is to sugarcoat their ignorance. Always remember that there's a great difference between ignorance and innocence.

Innocence basically means you're unable to know something, while ignorance means you could know something but choose not to.


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Sam Dec 2020
When I was young,
my mom used to tell stories
about her past and all the other stuff.
She taught me to be kind.
But I was too young to appreciate it
so I just nodded.

When I was young,
my dad used to teach me
how to be strong and clever.
He taught me to be a man.
I was just a boy, so I just nodded.

I thought what I did was of innocence
but little did I know it's an act of ignorance.

What I know now are the things
I wish I'd known before.
Now it's hard to fill the gap
and be open with these fancy stupid questions
that are too vulnerable to ask my parents about.
Yes they teach me lessons
but at some certain reasons
few turned to miscommunications
because of our different generation.
Maybe it's them who doesn't know me well
or maybe, it's me who didn't quite get them well.
One of the depressing things I've experience in my life is having it hard to open up with my parents. I love them and I know they do too. But I just couldn't find it any easy to ask them questions that are too vulnerable because every time I tried, something's stopping me to do it. It's not a lack of trust. It's just... In my mind, something's telling me that they weren't as vulnerable as the questions I wanted to ask them.

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Sam Dec 2020
The world starts anew
after the moon slipped away
from the watching stars.
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Sam N. de la Rosa
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Sam Dec 2020
Life is like a rose.
It grows beautiful in spite of having thorns.
I'm back after months of depression. I'm not fully healed but I'm really thankful that every little words from different writers in this community had helped me pull through and still helping me find the peace that my mind needed. I'm not sure if I can post everyday like I usually do before but I'll make sure to at least update you every week with a new piece that I worked in cathartic experience.

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