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Jan 2015

A prisoner of your own doing
Selfishness is a way of avoiding
Stay fair by merely existing
Pain and craving
Lock and stored in a well-guarded place
Hunger made it hollow in this well hidden base
Loving from a distance
Shielded by masquerade
Person in charade.

written way, way back last: August 30, 2011
its a old piece, this was the time I was still jobless & with many sleepless nights I had. I was in a lot of pressure, or I created too many expectations upon myself. Subconsciously I started writing, to help me sleep and not think of many things that I will begin to regret. I guess my point is, I started writing because I needed peace of mind.
Pax
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Pax  Philippines/ Jubail, KSA
(Philippines/ Jubail, KSA)   
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