These times I think about other people’s pain. How each pain is unique.
How each pain stabs us in different points and angle.
How it impale us so uniquely that every deathly blow seems more hurting and foreign than the first.
Each pain is different in ways we will never understand.
No scars are ever alike.



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Jona Alday

A corporate slave who finds joy in motivating and leading people but ultimately yearns for weekends and plotted vacation leaves. An Engineering graduate who HATES Math. An acrophobic who conquers mountains. A lover of sleepy towns, dawn, poetry, pancit canton and cats.

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