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She never looked nice. She looked like art. And art wasn’t supposed to be nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.

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To my love: Read this whenever you get tired of something.

You will be my source of words in times which I don’t have anything to write. And I will be the first and the last person to appreciate your films when the whole world rejected your stories. You will be my mentor in music, arts and everything in between whenever I am depressed about something. … Continue reading To my love: Read this whenever you get tired of something.

A Letter From One of The Few

July 25,2017 I am a silent writer. Not overused nor mainstream. Since highschool, I just express my thoughts through poetry, journal and stories (aside from being school publication writer) yet only few had an opportunity to read those. I’m not a good speaker. I can’t even dare to use a microphone while speaking and that … Continue reading A Letter From One of The Few

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