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Mar 2017
I was never moved by a friend's critic
Neither when a beggar called me no spirit
Either way I barely felt anything
Even when I heard the audience clapping
A stranger's stare creeps me out
A teacher's praise makes me doubt

But when mom spoke her mind out
She told me I was heartless--

So I cried.
mahalin si nanay para baon ay madamay charot ahahahahahha
Sober Clover
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