Played On

Played On short poem

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So easy for me to tell,
that your love for me is true
and you made me deeply fell
that it tastes like sweet fondue

We play the game so well
I’m good as wooden puppet
I’m a pity, under spell
At end, I’m the one to laugh at

Buying all the lies you sell,
didn’t show you how to stop it
So my eyes at night do swell,
’cause I hide it in my locket

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Nycolei Ann Baydal

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I am a proud graduate of a noble degree. I finished Nursing at Saint Louis University, Baguio City, Philippines. I grew up with strict and conservative parents and with the culture less regarding of this ever-changing world, I became so rigid at others, picky and judgmental.But when I was alone facing the world. I saw flaws revealing the glitter. These blemishes, I started to embrace that I accepted to also love others' faults. My works are reflections of inspiration, pain, weakness, and love. I cannot regret the people who hurt me or loved me because they made me; they are the ancestors of my labor.
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