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Dec 2018
I heard a girl
no,  a woman perhaps
she was crying.

I approached her
but she can't hear me
i touched her but she can't feel me.

The woman is sleeping
crying in her sleep
and the night is somber.

I hug her and she stops crying
and I'm feeling myself being dissolved to her body.

I am her lost spirit
I am,  I think.
Andrew Montejo
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Andrew Montejo  20/M/Philippines
(20/M/Philippines)   
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   Breanna evans
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