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May 2015
I find myself
getting lost
within the concrete
that is cold and cold
resigned to white walls
while the worth of my words
are measured
in glass flasks
there is no soul here after allΒ Β 
and I will soon grow
used to the blank stares
of mirrors
the hardness
of science

this time memories
of the sky
will not save me at all
from such a fate
This was the first poem I wrote as my reaction having transferred from an arts high school to a ******* science school.
Therese G
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Therese G  Manila, Philippines
(Manila, Philippines)   
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