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ABRO_D

(dahil laging may kulang sa abroad)
(because something is always missing abroad)


I still have 30 minutes before I go back to my pad. I don’t want to overlook this chance. I will write. I will allow my soul to breathe for awhile.

I have been in the desert for 2 years now. The sands are motes which have gotten into my eyes. I’ve lost good vision and my focus. The things that happened to me are as many as the grains of sand in the desert. They are just too many and sometimes too much to handle.

Let me look back two years ago. What were there? In my plans; in my dreams…

I left my homeland with copious dreams to improve my life and the lives of my loved ones.

I came into this land in short of everything but my love and dreams for my family. I thought those were enough..

I anticipated the hardships but failed to foresee all its consequences. I said I will endure but never said that my heart is unbreakable. I claimed that I will be brave but not that I will not shed tears. I know I will experience hurts but did not know that I will be torn apart. Yes, I was ready but I was not shatterproof.

So why am I here? And that after all, why am I still here? 
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