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Jul 2
Gently, I handled my words
embraced the pillow
and whispered
the pain that I longed endured
the loneliness which is inevitable
and for as long as the pillow can hear it
  no man can know my weakness
and only tear stains will  remain
Gabriel
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Gabriel  21/M/Bacolod City
(21/M/Bacolod City)   
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