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May 2014
Have you tried peering
into my bare soul to
discover what makes
me open my eyes
in the morning (even
my lower and upper
eyelashes seem to
interlock themselves)
for the world keeps
on laying the cards
on the table that shows
me all the reasons
to just give up on life?

You’ll see yourself.
You are my hope—
the magical force
that keeps me
moving forward.
Zyrah Samar
Written by
Zyrah Samar  Manila
(Manila)   
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