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Jun 2016
Knees brush the hard ground below,
worshiping the lady whose heart has been torn.
They call themselves the great followers,
who had been ransacked and called to her throne.

Hatred forms deeply in each other’s soul,
acknowledges envy and back fighting rules.
Ignorance permanently numbs the pain,
Like no one can save them from that terrain.

People suffer on the edge of their insanity;
therefore, she must be out of the work already.
However, this evil lady is still eager and persuasive
to claim her own legacy of selfishness and stupidity.
for Lotus Feet... the most stupid boss I've ever met.
Toshy Arriola
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Toshy Arriola  F/Manila, Philippines
(F/Manila, Philippines)   
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