➡ Hola! A poem (fictionally) written by Bianca Gil on July *toot* of 2016 lies on your screen. Read, digest, and enjoy!

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There she is again,
laughing, giggling.
It's morning, before 10,
and I am here, crying.

I used to laugh at people... with her.
I used to tap her back when she's breaking.
We used to pilfer some butter.
We used to laugh when one is farting.

But with my pride and swordlike stares,
I immediately drifted away.
Now, we cannot be called 'pairs.'
Now, I laugh with Mr. Grief all day.

There she is again,
laughing, giggling with others.
It's late tonight--two hours after 10.
I exhaled, "Nothing really matters."

P.S. Now, I'm this vulnerable, Cara.

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03/15/2018
GMT+8:00

A Month in My Diary

© DianneArrows 2018

"I didn't know that I was wrong.
Anyway, thank you for making me realize."
- Bianca Gil

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