Young Blood

Stories from the Young Filipino

I wonder if he liked Oasis
Lucky to be alive

What remains of me

Growing up means calling your mom first
When dreams falter
The cycle I can’t break
The quiet accusation
The wind might’ve knocked my Jenga
Monday rants and self-loathing
Where are my two lines?
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