She wants a simple life.
'A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.'- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sometimes, the poet doesn't write poetry through her feelings. Most of the time, it is for the benefit of her audience.
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Get me out of this place,
I don't wanna be here,
I do not remember,
Walking into this maze.
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Sino ba ang tunay na Pilipino?
Ang tanong ko sainyo,
Sa kanyang kulay siya ba'y makikilala,
Sa tangkad ba o hugis ng kanyang mga mata?
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I can laugh all I want
And pretend it’s okay,
But the pain inside me,
Won’t just go away.
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There is no greater fright,
Than to lose sight,
Of who you are,
And what you believe.
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