?Im a lover forced to be a fighter. In a world of chaos, I choose to be a survivor and a fighter who fought endlessly to stay still. Not a survivor of calamities but a fighter of this thing called life with two options. To live or to die.

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?"Azalea Lopez" i stand my ground and walk with compassion not minding the eyes of people meddling. With a practiced smiles, hand shaking receiving thy award likewise my mother did. The audacity of schools not to let the transferee earn awards, recognitions, pathetic.

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?Walang picture taking, walang kain sa labas after Junior graduation, we left. This is life, my life. No gold, silver or bronze spoon that feed me and my siblings. We grow using our hand to fed ourselves. I grow with the grandparents, disregarded by parents left to took care of my siblings. Too fed up but left no choice. To eat with dismay and gulp upbraids.

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?Sa araw-araw na pamumuhay laging napapatulala kakaisip ng sana, pero wala na. Tapos na. wala ng magagawa pa.