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i was staring at the window. dusty window.

i can only hear the kids outside the gate playing 'tumbang preso'

no other voices can be heard.

books scattered everywhere.

my room has nothing but books beside the white painted wall.

i can be mistaken for a librarian.

i've tried flipping some of the pages but i can't concentrate.

flipping. flipping. more flipping.

afraid to start. but why?

then like storm, thoughts started pouring my head.

thoughts myself can't comprehend.

they're not clear. only rushing.

i miss my life, i suddenly utter.

i miss you.

i miss myself.

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