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Terrence Tayang

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Terrence Tayang

Abstract


Lonely Tears

Lonely Tears

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Dear Diary,

What it means to be free

I don’t know

But I do know about solitude quite well


I have been trapped

Many rounds of nights before

For a sickness arose from hiding

To petrify all of us into fear

And now I have forgotten

How the sun shines in these concrete forest

People who had a plethora of enthusiasm


Now sits in homely cages in silence

As I read “Hell is a Lonely Place” by Charles Bukowski

As boredom eats their mind


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