Day 180

You found yourself in the mirror, with two dimples on your forehead and a throbbing pain all over your cranium. As if a different person, you put your hand on your forehead crease and convinced yourself that it was all in your head, he’s still alive, no need to cry. Yet, even as you believed what you chanted, you couldn’t help but think that there is a high possibility of napagtripan lang – an unnecessary torture and murder of those in power just because they can.

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