Once Upon a Field Trip
Happy, lonely, angry, alone.
Pero kung may isang bagay na hindi ko kayang labanan, it is . . . feeling empty. I cannot feel even the rising happiness in my heart, even the raging fire in my chest that is starting to build up, or even the figurative daggers that are stabbed in my soul. Slap to my already dried hands that are pleading to be withered all over again.
Fish tea. Ang dami ko na namang naisip.
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