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Jan 2013
I thought I was done,

With the suffering, and pain,

The day I thought was brightening,

Immediately slammed the ground with rain.


I had seen hope,

I had seen the beauty of light.

But what I hoped was a happy day,

was just a dream in this endless night.


I don't understand,

how this pain is aborning,

I want to cry all through the night,

and just die in the morning.
Ryan Cenzon
Written by
Ryan Cenzon  Manila
(Manila)   
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