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Mar 2018
In my bed of conscience I stay awake
Knowing that I've been away for so many
Days not worrying the preys that surrounds me all day without planning to escape without any haste to chase this race of racist of phrase.

This world has nothing to offer but Hate, to discriminate and tarnish and scrape the brave.

Lies been around for so long,
Truth was already gone.
You never know when to continue,
For so long you've been wrong, not realizing that even the past was not enough to make you escape.

My Bed of Conscience, still awaits.
Harriz Sierra
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Harriz Sierra  19/M/Philippines
(19/M/Philippines)   
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