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By: 314writes

Graphics by: Cassius Klai C. Francisco

Photo by: Aliza Belle C. Dayao

I miss the lightning,

the thunder so frightening,

the sky so loud I’m crumbling,

the moonlight so settling.

I heard the screams once again,

the muffled voices inside my head,

the screeching sound of pain,

my heart is pounding like it’s almost dead.

So I wandered instead,

searched for the stars at night,

climbed every mountain in sight,

just for my lost soul to be found.

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