A Bond As Strong As Blood

Dear Teacher:

I sat in front of my computer, browsing social media and watching random internet videos, a habit I developed as I aged. Then I got stuck on a picture that was taken way back in my childhood, high school days to be exact. It gave me a smile as I looked back at the time where I got the taste of the real world. It filled me with nostalgic delight, the next hour spent staring at the ceiling while reminiscing. Then it hit me, I wanted to write you a letter. So I grabbed my phone and started typing.

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The Monster In My Head

Depression and anxiety, two sides of the same deadly coin. People say you can’t get one without the other. These twins were birthed through mental anguish or trauma, a byproduct of childhood fears or social isolation. Both are equally deadly by themselves and together. Being afraid of everything while being afraid of nothing is the scariest feeling you can ever have.





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Of Conversations and Silence

Everything in the sky is weird, don’t you think so?

You don’t know what the hell they’re doing up there, and so it’s all one big hopeless mystery for the average person. Stars would shine and form symbols that sort of make up a thing and people with numerous amount of credentials and degrees would give a name for it. Then there’s the Moon, with all its glowing, and not many people know that it just borrowed its light from someone else. So technically it’s pretentious and unfair to the Sun, who everyone seems to be hiding from in our country- I wonder if they fight.
But then again, I guess all of its wonder come from that weirdness, and I am here below just watching it all happen but not really knowing if anything is happening.




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Cardboards and Dirty Coins

I woke up with a burning and shooting pain at the back of my head and a confusion. It must be the streaks I sniveled finally setting in. The street was cold and dark. I couldn’t tell if it was dusk or dawn. The cement dust, the city damp and alcohol-soaked urine in the moss-covered pavement were all I could smell—and something metallic, like dirty coins in your sweaty palms, that was almost a taste.

I stood up straining my hands up against the rough wall. It was screaming BAWAL UMIHI DITO. I folded the cardboard I slept in and huddled it under my armpit. How did I end up here? Another gang war! I hurriedly searched my body for icepick or homemade gun wounds but I had none. I agonizingly gasped for air. It was what I feared most.




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E.T.

The car suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere. Only the light of the half moon illuminated the barren woods.

Catching her left hand and gently pulling her to his side, he cupped her face and said “What’s wrong?”




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