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There was a pressure inside demanding I’ve got to write something when there is just nothing to write. Throwing crumpled paper over my tin can one after the other and tossing my pen every now and then, walking in and out of my small little corner to look at my malunggay (moringga)trees over the window, and turning the computer on and off manifest the tension I am feeling that moment. 472 more words
There is something inside all of us that wants to show compassion to our fellow man. It’s our conscience, and it wasn’t put there by accident.