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Mar 2021
My haven, infiltrated by work.
My sleep and my rest,
I am unable to be productive.
My home, the center of my peace,
Becomes a battlefield.
The little space I have for liesure becomes a place of unrest.
Rena Lyn Bala-oy
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Rena Lyn Bala-oy  20/North Luzon
(20/North Luzon)   
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