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Traffic was tough. Your professor’s mood equals that of a madman’s temper. Pieces of paper everywhere, but they’re not money. Your notes skewer you to hell, but they’re not bank notes. You sigh and say, “I’m tired,” but you’re a fighter so you carry on. Your alarm rings, 5 a.m.
You wake up, show up, come through. Now you’re out here, making it past the stress. Now you’re here. Look around, you’ve made it.
Playlist by Kiana
Art by Camz
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Kiana Kimberly Flores's constancy fluctuates. A scholar of nowhere and an aspiring witch, she is a reader and thinker more than a writer and doer. Despite this, she writes a weekly diary at Rookie Mag and has contributed to Femsplain. She seeks to become relentless in her conducts. She lives in Davao City with her grandmother and a dog named Daisy.
Camz likes to print things. If she were a printing machine, she would like to be the Riso MZ 770; inexpensive and environment-friendly.
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