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Mar 2016
I feel hopeless each night as I close my eyes.
I see things I don't want to see,
I hear sounds I don't wanna hear.

As I open them,
I SEE LIES.
LIES in their action,
LIES in their conversation.

**I wonder if people sees what I can see.
'thoughtOutLoud
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'thoughtOutLoud  Philippines
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