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Oct 27
short-winded, foggy-brain girl in a green hoodie,
with visions far-flung from where she stands.
her hands tremble as she reaches for the microphone in front of a colossal audience.
she stands in silence - listening to their every whim - waiting for the right moment.
a great philosopher once said:
"a greater woman wouldn't beg.."
but she looked at the sky and said:
"whatever Your plan is, it shall be."
because there is no audience to perform for;
there's no ideal plan worth pursuing than His;.
because she knows,
as deep as the cuts and entrenched as the sins may be,
The Whole Universe conspires to make it all happen.
so yeah, i write when i'm bangag. when i can't focus. does it help? not really. but it does convince me i'm being productive when i have a number of responsibilities to fulfill. sabi nga ni sabrina carpenter, "you're so dumb and poetic." HAY
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