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Feb 2015
People often leave me broken,
It's not a surprise.
I often walk alone and empty-handed,
It has always been a given.

I walk, I look, I settle,

for temporary bodies,
for impermanent pleasure,
for fleeting lust.

People judge me,
It's not a surprise.
For all the ways I killed my sadness,
My identity has been compromised.
Alyanna de Jesus
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Alyanna de Jesus  Philippines
(Philippines)   
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