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Davao City

The place I usually listen for the noise I want and miss, Now lays silent. The source of my happiness, now ran dry. The place where I belong, now feels alien. Though we meet, It seems we're too far away. The palace where I found solitude, now is struck asunder. The moor I used for relief, Now vanished. The shelter I used for shade, now has its roof torn. All of whats left is myself, a shell, a product, an empty can of my past self. -*cries in the corner*-