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Dec 2016 · 1.1k
Problems
Pax Dec 2016
No matter how far you've run
Doesn't even matter what you drink
Or just get ******
It will just come back to the way it were
Keep on dodging
Escape like the wind blows
But comes back as fast as the river flows
Run to the infinite puzzle if answers are not found
It's a maze that keeps us running in circles
Solutions are as taught as crystal rock
Still you know the answers are there
We just have to stop evading
And face it with courage.
"its a matter on how you handle each of the problem that comes across your life."

an old piece, stay strong everyone...
happy holidays...
Pax Dec 2016
You who have done wrong, who thinks your right.
In subsequent to your anger towards me,
you have no [right].
Still i ignore your snubs
treated it as a bluffs.
Glad that you ignore me
at times, even if you bore a grudge on me.
I'll received it as a parting gift
to forget whatever causes of grief
you've done.

I know this words will never reach you,
cause in life i don't want to give birth
to more misunderstanding. I am already
misunderstood and mistreated at times.

I just want to live-up to the silence of my comfort.
My independence is enough
to have a strong mind
and a stable heart to withstand
all the backslash of tongues.

a quote says:
everybody needs somebody sometimes
well i don't need one when I'm still able.

raw
"siya na yung may kasalanan, siya pa yung may ganang magalit and mag damdam. ang kapal, talaga..."

Now I understand that Bullies have low EQ(emotional quotient). They just tend to have fun at you all the times without realizing that they've done too much. It been long i haven't wrote something like a journal. I just want to release this thoughts running on my mind.
Dec 2016 · 7.7k
Poetic strings
Pax Dec 2016

words creates strings of emotions,
it connects from one reader to the other.

-quote-
i just had a passing thought earlier on what to do next year or whenever i got the time to retrack my life. I really wanted to write a story or a tale. I want it to be completed this time. When writing a story went inside my heart, i manage to write several chapters but i never got to finish them. I always thought that my knowledge or experiences wasn't enough for me to built a solid plot or realistic/fantasy viewpoint. I remember this quote i wrote for a review in wc i did last week and realize that our poetic words is an extension of our life's strings, maybe this is one reason why i write quotes which reflects my life and the life around me whenever it is in writing or reality. It is a reminder, a guide, or even a inspiration to those who write. You know, at some points within my realm of thoughts, i tried to forget and even give up writing because i have a low self-esteem, as i grow older it never went up to confidence, so it went to my heart and become stone that i went on isolation to never finding any relationship, even friendship on the real -world i considered them as acquaintance, i built up a wall upon myself. sigh... i got side track on my life, sorry for that... my point now it that never stop writing, as i am doing myself to keep on going. thanks for reading....
Dec 2016 · 1.6k
Overshadowed
Pax Dec 2016
Rock with double shadows
******* is hard to swallow
Sea of Pebbles in the sands of time
Roses hunt something that shines
Powders of snow shine in the dark
But it did not shine by just anyone
Alone, hidden in a sea of pebbles
------------Will you find it?-----------
Or it's just another thing lost
In the sands of time
© 2012 Pax
this was one of my older piece when i was starting to used imagery in my poetry. It was the First part of my Concrete poetry series, it was supposed to be a pebble shape, now im not sure(smiles). As i re-read it now and post it here, i realized something that i never thought of when i wrote it. I was writing it on a fantasy genre on mind, but now i know deep inside, even before, i am looking for someone who i can connect with, to share something with, to be with someone you can relax and trust upon... i become the rock who is lost in the sands of time, because the roses have gone away, or never got to find my shine.
Nov 2016 · 1.2k
Home in deep Blue
Pax Nov 2016
In the breeze of cold wind
Shivering in temperamental emotional pondering
I engulf in a journey of motion steering
Who are they who makes head aching problems?
People who succumb to their will, like me!
Suffers a low, unbalance gold fee
I’m widening the patience I have left
Though I’m tired of these awful mess
The aura of fine is at my will
A choice to pay the bills
Its a challenging flight of my well-being
Time is fast approaching for me to be back Home
To feel warm again is what I long for…
The hands of cold oceanic waves paints an empty wall
                                                            ­          In Deep Blue….

remember:
Poetry is self-assessment healing process for us poets…

I wrote this awhile back when I was still starting my job here in Saudi. My salary before was enough for me to eat and send money back at home. It was hard, but manageable. The culture here is a bit shocking as it is very diverse... from India to Pakistan to Egyptian to Nepali to Filipino to Bangladesh to Saudi and so on... i guess i got to mingle with each and everyone of them...
Nov 2016 · 1.6k
1%
Pax Nov 2016
1%
There's something about
Love that you
wouldn't
know.
×
if 99%
of your life
ends up
in failure
that 1%
of luck
for love
is enough
to rebuild
yourself.
I guess in my file i never got that 1%, one of the reason why i wrote "unlucky". I think its enough for me to say this hypothesis. My failures are always on a safe distance to be okay, so even though this is just an observation, i still think 1% though very small, its enough for a person to stay tough and move through to life and love. Thanks for reading.
Nov 2016 · 1.3k
shut-in
Pax Nov 2016
In my world i never been
able to say i have love.
I guess I'm just a shut-in
who never got to enjoys the
affection of someone special.
Someone who treats me better,
& cherished me - like
someone who's
deserving
to be
loved.
{-}
So in the end
I built too many walls,
too insecure to be vulnerable
and very much afraid
to be heartily
naked.

truth be told, raw feeling.
Nov 2016 · 1.2k
Darkness iV
Pax Nov 2016
is there a hole
in this shadow
of deep darkness,
so that
i can just crawl
myself into
and get out of
this mess.
raw. my darkness series.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1804662/darkness-iii/
thank you for reading.
Nov 2016 · 881
Atleats
Pax Nov 2016
if i die,
I want to be content,
Solemn
and atleast happy
not
lonely
A shout out wish.
Nov 2016 · 831
shadow lights
Pax Nov 2016
In the shadow of these city life
your shine gets dimmer
and your beauty seems duller.

In the midst of these city lights
your nothing but a shadow who
follows
the mundane rules
neglecting you dream
to create.
shout-out to self.
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
Darkness III
Pax Nov 2016
My heart fell
from the sky
down to the
darkness
it fall.

Now i got used
to not seeing
much of
anything
despite
the dimness
of the faint light
i still have.
part of my darkness series.
Darkness II :
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1778759/darkness-ii/
Nov 2016 · 850
monsters
Pax Nov 2016

most monsters were
created either by
some force
or due to
some unfortunate
circumstances.

just a sudden thought.
evil doers
Nov 2016 · 1.2k
opacity
Pax Nov 2016
upon seeing the lining of the
sky, lies the dwindle
crimson sign...

i asked why such beauty
twinkles in blood.
sometimes in the early dawn, the sky, in my eyes
seems blood orange. sometimes in my perception
lies a deep meaning.
Nov 2016 · 2.1k
an affair
Pax Nov 2016
i didn't know i wasn't enough for you
i tried my best to filled the spaces between us
worked hard to keep something alive
yet i wasn't enough to make your bed happy
and my spark was never enough for you to stay
grounded, even our seedling was taken for-granted.

i should fight, and work hard
to keep the walls from crumbling apart.
though i exhaust all my energy
still it wasn't enough
because despite all
you've lost your
love
for
me
.

i was move by a tv series about an affair of his wife. i knew i need to write something so this feeling would go away... oh, i didn't know when your so attach to a character in a film/tv you'll feel all the emotions and make you go weak... oh, well decided to share this.. thanks for reading.
Nov 2016 · 1.2k
~ I hate sadness
Pax Nov 2016
It makes me look weak,            
                        My tears leaks…      
                My eyes are sore          
        My heart is a bore          
  and My body repeats a painful encore.              

                  I dust away the sad memories,                                        
but it comes along like it’s my adversaries.                  

I hate sadness
It shakes my reality, a piercing faithfulness
                towards my soulful unhappiness.

I don’t need help,
    but in truth I am lying to myself.

You’ll never know, what comes and goes
    yet I am stuck between my toes.

I hunger for that light
    but all that comes is my arresting night.

Perhaps I am doom with my own gloominess.
Starvation and Weariness
                  is a consolation of my messiness
~ a choice with laziness,
         to ponder and wonder
                    to the world’s unending sadness.



*© Pax  September, 2013
~ I am musing with the world's sadness, a reflections of my own as well...

i always say this: emotions are very complex and as deep as the vast ocean. A fragment of my soul... so i am thankful to all who have read me and my journey...
Nov 2016 · 1.8k
keeping up
Pax Nov 2016
Your eyes speaks much sorrow.
Your smile hides a deep sadness.
You act so normal like nothing is wrong.
How do you keep up with this harsh world?
How do you keep up to society with that melancholy behind your back?
How do you keep your temper calm?
How can you keep your focus intact?
How did you keep up with work?
All of your work seems on the right track,
like you keep things just right.
~
Would you share you secrets to us?

i wrote this questioning myself, many hows and now i don't know how to answer them anymore...

© Pax 2012
Oct 2016 · 1.9k
poetic river ~
Pax Oct 2016

flowing words that ripples through,
painted pain in the waters
waiting to be
understood.

life is a river
we pass through many
paths and rock hurdles
along the way
some may block us
with a dam
but over time
life's rain
overflows our
waters as we
jump through
big walls
like a waterfall
we fall
and continue our
journey towards
the ocean....

© Pax
Oct 2016 · 1.9k
Clown II
Pax Oct 2016
In my entourage
people laugh
I got used to it.

In my center stage
I was the comedian
who never likes
his job.

In my closing remarks
their entertainment
was fulfilled.
I on the other hand
got drained
from my mistakes
turned to be pretty
funny,
never was that
my intention.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1630227/clown-i/

i guess i got used to it, being laugh at. a job that im forever tainted
well its okay, im good, im still strong to pull through, soon I'll get
out of this....

thanks, for reading
sometimes we just
needed to let this out
of our system...
Oct 2016 · 1.8k
I wrote a poem
Pax Oct 2016
I wrote a poem
hoping to give
it to you, will you
even read it?

I wrote it with an aching
heart, will you
ever read it?

The poem I wrote
was given a melody,
will you, will you
even hear it?

I am not a singer
nor a great writer
but will you
even hear my
heart?

will you?


© Pax
raw, i wrote this while listening to "Sia's Soon We'll Be Found"
Oct 2016 · 991
Ego
Pax Oct 2016
Ego
Our humanity has nothing
To do with your ego...*


@pax
A quick shout out...
another day at the office.
Oct 2016 · 5.0k
{some pain}
Pax Oct 2016
are so small, like a stain
unseen
hiding in plain
sight
just waiting
to be found
remains invisible
like its never around.
© Pax  

October 2016

just random thoughts.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BL6A4vSjhp1/?taken-by=willyampax
Oct 2016 · 1.3k
outburst of the tempest
Pax Oct 2016
I am not in pain
but I’m standing in the hard rain.
The wetness makes my feet numb
I succumb to be dumb
a foolish playfulness
hiding my crudeness
-  I roam around in happy commotion
                                 A complete illusion.
The eye of the storm will come my way, someday
I hope not too soon, but in the distant future
For I am not prepared on the messiness it harbors in its back
The harsh judgments that will pour heavily on my shoulders
Then flowing water will flood my sane world
I need my time to organize
My mental, emotional and physical stability
To stand the outburst of the tempest.

© Pax 2013
Oct 2016 · 15.8k
smile
Pax Oct 2016

.
a smile is just like a ball
it bounce from person to person
with the right
friction
.

*



© Pax
just a quote
https://www.instagram.com/p/BFodvZRLpRE/

Thank you everyone. It was a tough year for me. As you have known, i lost a parent a few months ago. Coming back here and writing  is like starting all over again. Smile was inspired on how i wear it on my daily routine in the office, even in tough times. This shows that i still have strengh and will to move forward. So i greatly appreciate everyone's support.
Oct 2016 · 5.5k
life in writing
Pax Oct 2016
Despite all the rejections we go through
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
life in writing is never ending.


© Pax
just a quote
https://www.instagram.com/p/BDOT4kyLpQQ/?taken-by=willyampax
Oct 2016 · 5.7k
darkness II
Pax Oct 2016
i lean in to the darkness
inside of me
not to the people
that give it to me.
Darkness I : https://www.instagram.com/p/BK3eU5OjY9w/?taken-by=willyampax
Sep 2016 · 2.0k
I'll stay
Pax Sep 2016
Love, i wish you were near
and wipe away
my lonely tears.

Help me achieve a
Satisfying slumber
to swept away
Today's worries
and fears.

Please guide my heart
to never stray
and be braver than
A lions roar,
then
in your arm's reach
I'll stay.
Seeing someone who isn't there.
Aug 2016 · 1.7k
bird
Pax Aug 2016
I was the bird in a cage
who never got to fly freely,
too domesticated to even
fly away
on its own.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1808354/
Jul 2016 · 13.7k
mango
Pax Jul 2016
i was the mango
who left his
tree
too early
too soon
and even in  my
golden stage
i still remain
bitter
to the very
end
.
.
.
Jun 2016 · 1.9k
Bitter
Pax Jun 2016
Sometimes life has a
bitter ending.
6word story.

Sorry for being away. Not sure i'll come back as soon as after this post. Ive lost my father just afew weeks ago. And im still in mourning even though i still cant believe his gone too soon from us. My friends and family advice me to stay strong. And i will but im not sure for how long, my loneliness and insecurities are eating me up inside. I can only share a few of my struggles. I was glad that i was able to tell my siblings what my inner struggle but im afraid what are they thinking right now, i know they love me but i cant still love myself, i hate thinking how much i dont like myself. I fear so many... i feel so tired at times without reason.  

Dear papa,

I wish your happy now in heaven with mama with you. I know how much you love her and us. Im sorry that sometimes i am not honest to you or i have put much distance between us when im in abroad working. Please don't take it too personally, i just wanted to be alone for awhile, trying to figure out what i want or need and im still searching in vain. Im sorry that im keeping a little disappointment from you,  thinking that you never cared for me. Because youll always say my sisters this and that, and that all your concerns are about their problem. Well i can't blame you, because when you say are you okay there? All i ever reply to you is im good. Even my relatives told me that he doesn't worry about me, perhaps beause they're thinking im too independent on my own that i don't need much of anything. Perhaps im just too good of an actor that they don't see what im struggling for. Okay, im all good now... ill make my life good as long as i still can. Thank you for being such a good father, ill miss you, goodbye...
Apr 2016 · 2.2k
Clown I
Pax Apr 2016
I am the clown
In this town.

To where i am the center
Of their teasing
And jokes
As if they never see me
Frown.

All they see is my
Joker's hat,
That everything
They throw
At me
Never hurts.

I guess that's all i
Ever be...

Perhaps it's my fault
For letting them think
That way,
I never fight
A war between egos.

Silence and smiles
Are all i ever
Masked
Myself...
So tiring to pretend that their jokes never hurt...
Im crying inside my friends...
Mar 2016 · 10.3k
ashen smog
Pax Mar 2016
loneliness has defined
this old soul.
Bittersweet melody
has tuned my way of
living.

I don't know how much
my heart could stand
the weight and wait
for that simple moment,
that single spark
to feel alive
and stop breathing
the ashen smog of reality.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1410725/ashen-fields/
from ashen gray to ashen fields
comes, ashen smog...

do they care if I'm loved?

perhaps I'm too comfortable on my
own space and too confined to be bothered.

thank you for reading,
me...
Mar 2016 · 975
a joke
Pax Mar 2016
why? why do you always see
me as a joke?

why does all my actions
speaks something of the other
to you?

in all your life
did you ever feel
that you're being bullied?

i on the other hand
has been,
always been
the center of
your foolish
jokes...

for several months
i treat you as a friend,
and yet i feel that
you treat me as your
puppet
to feed people as
your entertainer...

have you seen what i feel?
guess not,
i hide it too well
between my laughs
as if there funny
to me,
yet deep inside i
know something
is really wrong...

i wish you knew
how far i've
grown tired
of all the repeated
jokes...

someday
if I can't take it
anymore,
I'll explode
and be secluded
as far away from
your
group...
raw...
Mar 2016 · 8.3k
camouflage
Pax Mar 2016
In camouflage,
i dodge those*
bullets
...
.
six words story
Mar 2016 · 1.4k
once every often
Pax Mar 2016
you don't have to be pretty
or be beautiful physically
or be great at
anything you love....

as long as you're there
for me to see
and lean on
once every often

and by knowing that you
care and hold me close
to your heart
once every often
i know i can
live life
well
enough.
----
Mar 2016 · 1.7k
responsibility
Pax Mar 2016
I don't think
I've ever live
for love.

Responsibility is quite heavy...
....love
of what
i wanted
&
needed...
Mar 2016 · 2.1k
droplets of tears
Pax Mar 2016
i leave droplets of tears,
whenever &
whatever
i write
...
.

perhaps ....
Feb 2016 · 2.1k
empathy
Pax Feb 2016
before you'll able
to help
others...

understand your
pain first and
confide
to
your
inner
being...

upon listening
you'll reflect
your own,
by then
you can
be connected
to their heart strings...

empathy is a blessing
as it is a burden.
it hurts you more
than it pains them...

just stay
on a steady
phase,
then you'll be
okay...
it feels like i just translated what empathy means... just in my own words, my own way of understanding...
Feb 2016 · 1.2k
happiness is just a mask
Pax Feb 2016

I am a terrible liar,
no matter how thick
my masks are...

In this land
I feel out of place.

It's hard when
you're often misunderstood.
I just let it be
succumbing to my faults,
to my insecurities,
to my doubts & fears...

I breathe-in the toxic air
and breathe-it-out...
No matter how much
you cleanse the air
that comes,
when you're
stained
it leaves a scar
that's hard to heal.
Then everything comes
to a choice,
**** or be ******.

I have been good
so far...
Letting the river
flows,
never got to swim back
or even fight
the rushing currents.
Pretending to swim is
easy.

In the end,
life is  been
good,
despite happiness
is just a mask.


In this land#3

perhaps this is the last part of the stream of thoughts.
thanks for reading me.
Feb 2016 · 1.7k
love is superficial
Pax Feb 2016
will  i end up alone
and lonely?
seems like
i can't love
anybody...

in this world
i stay cage
of society's standard,
wanting the things
that seems so superficial...

now i realize
my likes are also
superficial.
they never really
dug deep.

love is superficial
at least to me it is...

in the end
it seems i can't love
myself...

in this world #2


thank you for reading
me...
Feb 2016 · 883
in a place of nowhere
Pax Feb 2016
i am lost
i keep tumbling
on the things i can't see.

as i struggle to get up
i heard laughs
faint but i know
its there.

it hurts when i know
the joke
came from me.
i learned how to
ignore.

sleep seems to be
the only medicine.
so i drench myself
in fantasies
to where i have much
control.

now
i walk in pain
knowing i can't
let go of something
i have no control.


in a place #1

now you know how much i can relate to the song:
i started a joke by bee gees
Feb 2016 · 1.5k
Reasonable Justice
Pax Feb 2016
What's reasonable?
when you clearly don't know
what's enough
from too
much
...
.

The law has dual blades.
It can do bad as much
as it does good.

More often
when you
struck your
lawful blade
never forget
your safety
gloves.
I'm not siding on anyone or anything, as much as possible i am neutral to each sides, know that every story has its duality.

I wrote this when my reason can't get pass to a friend of mine.
Here's the story:
A thief now in ICU because he was caught and was battered almost to death by the house owner of his Target. The debate was on the subject to why our government permits the thief to file a complain(possibly attempted ******) to the owner of the house. I argue on the defense to the thief, he's human rights was ruled out, I was probably wrong on that part or not, i dunno really... But my main reason that my friend perhaps didn't understand is the excessiveness of the owner's punishment. Then probably my friend thinks that I am siding on the fault of the thief that's why I lose the debate, because he deserves to be punished, and yes he deserves it, but clearly we needed to point out a clear line to what's enough from too much.
Jan 2016 · 1.7k
enough?
Pax Jan 2016
what is enough
when you crave so much
?

shout-out!
Jan 2016 · 1.8k
unloved
Pax Jan 2016
I’m not as loved as you think I am
I am just someone who thinks of love
share it at times but
I never got to have it.

Jan 2016 · 1.6k
doors of possibilities
Pax Jan 2016
Doors*  *in the empty Twilight.
I am just a single step away,
Yet never finding the courage
               to just open one of them.


Possibilities…

*A thousand sighs as I wait.
I stood still, as I hold into the moments,
Looking, looking, & still looking…

All I wanted is a flickering sign
For me to barge in
without any hesitation
and bleed in accord to whatever
    outcomes that lays within.
there are some doors that you cannot just barge in and take the leap of faith or in our dialect "bahala na". Sometimes you needed to understand it more of what's out there, and feel if its the right time, that you are ready no matter what....


http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1406321/
Jan 2016 · 894
Failures
Pax Jan 2016
I'm so fond with my failures
that I tend to forget
the little good
things I
achieved.
So
its time to
stop loving them
and let go
...
.

a reminder,
a quote
...


https://www.instagram.com/p/5HSBQjLpSU/?taken-by=willyampax
Jan 2016 · 2.2k
~I deserved to live~
Pax Jan 2016

I am life
Unwanted, Unplanned, Unexpected
Or perhaps
a failed expectation.

There are many major reason
to
Why oh Why
I was a mistake

But there is one important reason why I needed to be born?

“I deserved to live”

What is so wrong for me to have what you have?
To breathe what you breathe
To eat what you eat
To experience
life itself.

You may not care for me, but I am sure someone would.

I anticipate the future what is like to live
what is like to have my own choice
now a little too late.

You know maybe someday
There will come a time that mankind
will lose the ability to reproduce,
the signs is already there
you just don’t see it.

Often times man create its own demise.

I wish you just have let me live and then give me away,
That I would understand.

I wish I could be a test-tube baby
Perhaps that I would have a chance
Of entering this god given world.

All are too late now.

I am sheer whisper,
A pleading spirit who wants to be heard
I came out of nothing penned down
in someone’s emptied mind
written in this emptied paper he holds so dear.

I am nothing but just a smeared ink
in this white sheet
laying around
waiting to be understood.

I was uncertain weather to post it here or not, but Mother Teresa's speech on receiving the novel peace prize brought some tears to why I did wrote this.
my reasoning:
In conclusion to all of this stuff, I write not to open an issue, but to let the young ones and others to be aware of this issue. Life is a gift, and everyone deserves it.
the link below is the first post and all of my thoughts in the subject matter:
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1246156/
Jan 2016 · 855
Heavy Heart #1
Pax Jan 2016
Which is heavier, my body or this heart of mine?

The quantity of the heart is much harder to reassure.
Life is full of assumptions and depressing pressures.
Undecided but I’m riding the ocean waves.
Instinct is my driven force, wanting to be brave.

I walk in a road where the path has a dead glow.
I kiss the shadow of nothing, to endure - I stay low.
Obedient as I am, the ocean is my starting point, down below
       to where I creep and swim in slow-mo.

My feet had grown cold doing what he has been told.
The needy feeling had gone old.

I open my heart to go bold.
Just another piece of my life unfolds.
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1266662/

a friend of mine once said: world will forever indifferent to us, but we always have a choice : be passive to social realities or make an act and define own meaning to help create a better world.

I'm feeling depressed more, that's why i posted this, it reflected on how heavy my heart as of the moment.
Jan 2016 · 1.1k
SOMETIMES
Pax Jan 2016

how does one word
hurt much?

Do you even need help
in carrying
the load,
the burden you
kept,
and the life
you're trying to
bury?

SOMETIMES answering one question
is just asking too much...

Pax Jan 2016
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*I cry alone
Because that’s how I stay strong,

I cry alone,
Because that’s how I protect myself

I cry alone,
Because that’s how I stay ahead
of the game the next day.

I suffer my own struggle alone
And you wouldn’t why

I’m hurting inside
And you wouldn’t know why

I isolate myself
And you wouldn’t know why

I’m lonely
And still you wouldn’t know why.


just needed to get this out of my system.

thank you for reading,
with that its all enough...
Jan 2016 · 2.1k
the passerby
Pax Jan 2016
along with my useful lively self
i stroll the path of faceless crowds
they might not know me
I might not know them
but I'm glad as I watch
them do their story
and I on a steady phase
create the background
of my life,
the passerby...

a bit raw



i guess this will be the second part of my poem passerby.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1023562/passerby/

thank you for reading me...
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