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Nov 2018
I went out today because I carry a cross,
I went out yesterday because I wanted to,
Each and every day, I come to think of you
Can you at least come to think of me too?
This is a distorted poem,
Nothing like the usual,
but worth reading like the pain worth feeling,
Endure so much, that's what makes us.
Vhien Miguel
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Vhien Miguel  21/F/Pasig PH
(21/F/Pasig PH)   
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