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Jul 2015
Before
I see morning as the beginning of the chapter. A symbol for another day of fulfilling dreams. Another day for your own hopes. Another day to go out and let the sun direct you to your light.

I see evening as the end of the story. The end of every beginning. The goodbye's to every hello's. A moment to sit and contemplate for the events happened during the day. A night to take a rest and build up yourself.


Today**
I see morning as another ******-up day. A day with nothing to do, nothing to learn. A day with no one to share a little bit of happiness clinging to my heart. A day hoping to the wrong things.

I see evening as an unending gloomy night. A house of darkness, pitch black surrounding, candles asking to be lit. Sadly, no matter how many candles you lit, it won't win against the power of darkness.
Mey
Written by
Mey  21/F/Philippines
(21/F/Philippines)   
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